All your bases have been filled

With pretty players from the field

Compared to them you make me feel

Like an amateur

I didn't know love could be played

Like a Holy Rollin' ball game

You keep pushing me away

When I used to be on first

You're a headache and a heartache-and-a-half

I don't know how long my tolerance will last

Any other would recover from the past

But I'm a sore loser yeah

Sore loser I'm a sore loser at bat

I do believe you rigged the game

Just to make the Hall of Fame

You bend the rules to fit your play

You won't admit you hit a foul

You overlook your own shortcomings

A loser when it comes to loving

A winner when it comes to running

That's why you're always striking out

You're a headache and a heartache-and-a-half

I don't know how long my tolerance will last

Any other would recover from the past

But I'm a sore loser yeah

Sore loser I'm a sore loser at bat

I'm done playing the minor leagues

I'm going to blow this ball park

'Cause these cleats were made for walking

For walking sore

I ain't returning I'm burning my uniform

You're a headache and a heartache-and-a-half

I don't know how long my tolerance will last

Any other would recover from the past

But I'm a sore loser yeah

Sore loser I'm a sore loser

Sore loser I'm a sore loser at bat