Man Called Blunder

Why do you think
They all know his name?
Everywhere that he goes
He finds a loser’s game and he plays
Even though he’ll go under
Why all of the time
Is it still the same?
In thought and word, there is dread
Like lightning before thunder, too far ahead
To try all the time to let you know
But when it strikes, he can’t let go
The lousy thunder is calling out his name
The man called Blunder
His fortune and his fame