Apparently this put them in a Grand Funk…
Mean mistreater, you make me cry,
You lay around, and watch me die.
Mean mistreater, can’t you see I’m real?
Are you satisfied, with the way you feel?
“Lonesome Loser” by the Little River Band: http://www.lyricsdownload.com/little-river-band-lonesome-loser-lyrics.html
“The Diary of Horace Wimp” by the Electric Light Orchestra: http://www.metrolyrics.com/the-diary-of-horace-wimp-lyrics-electric-light-orchestra.html
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God Only Knows - Kid Rock
*"Everybody knows my name They say it way out loud
A lot of folks fuck with me It’s hard to hang out in crowds
I guess that’s the price you pay to be some big shot like I am
Outstretched hands and one night stands Still I can’t find love
…
I said it too many times And I still stand firm
You get what you put in and people get what they deserve
Still I ain’t seen mine No I ain’t seen mine
I’ve been giving just ain’t been gettin’"*
Yeah, Kid, everybody gets what they deserve… except you of course. God has singled you out.
:rolleyes:
Similarly, the formerly ground-breaking “The Streets”, namely Mike Skinner, singing about how awful it is having taking drugs and having sex with an unnamed pop starlet, in When You Wasn’t Famous:
Poor Mike. 
Richard Farina’s Hard Loving Loser is a hoot.
By the end of Terry Jack’s “Seasons in the Sun,” I was ready to kill the singer.
“Just My Imagination”
and
“Lovefool”
God, I haven’t heard that song in years! “See the tree how big it’s grown…”
Not whiney but my vote for psycho loser is Alanis Morissette for You Oughta Know. Although I love the song!
All those Teenage Death songs were whiny. It’s hard being dead and not be kinda whiny about it.
I thought this thread would be about Beck’s “Loser” (“I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me”) but maybe it doesn’t fit? I don’t know what the rest of the lyrics are.
Loved those Eagles lyrics Jackmannii!
I always have to mention it when this song is mentioned, but “Seasons in the Sun” is a dreadful translation of the much more sardonic “Le Moribund” by Jaques Brel, the point of one of the verses being “My friend, I’m dying, but I’m sure you’ll take good care of my wife, because I know you’ve been fucking her”.
Their tongues are firmly in their cheeks, but “Self-Esteem” by Offspring has a pretty big loser as the protagonist.
I love those Eagles lyrics, too. I always sing along at that point (if I wasn’t already).
IMHO Five for Fighting’s **Superman (It’s not easy) **http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GRz4FY0ZcwI tops them all . Way to turn Superman into a self-involved whiner.
“…I’m only a man in a silly red sheet
Looking for kryptonite on this one way street.”
Bee Gees
How can you mend a broken heart
how can you stop the rain from falling down
how can you stop the sun from shining…
Get a grip.
“Lovefool” by the Cardigans. Nina Persson’s smoking hot looks don’t redeem this song.
“Whoever’s In New England” by the otherwise generally assertive Reba McIntyre.
“Eurotrash Girl” by Cracker.
You Am I’s “Heavy Heart” is probably the best ballad around for someone wallowing in self-pity after a break-up. No redemption, no final-verse uplift. Just a guy who’s “like a waterlogged ball that no-one wants to kick around any more” and doesn’t want to do anything except sit in his room drinking wine, smoking and feeling sorry for himself. He even acknowledges that he’s “piss[ing] off [his] friends… digging a hole just staring at the floor” and doesn’t care.
Twisting by They Might Be Giants
Eliot Smith, “Waltz No. 2”. In and of themselves the lyrics may not look so whiny as they appear on the page, but as it’s sung it’s about the whiniest thing ever.
I want to second Just My Imagination by The Temptations. Holy cow, talk to the girl, already!
But wait, there is an even bigger loser out there in R&B land. Reuben Studdard’s I’m Sorry For 2004. I’d like to point out that this was released in 2003 and this dickless wonder is apologizing for things he hasn’t even done yet.
The Marmalade - Reflections Of My Life
All my sorrows, sad tomorrows
Take me back to my own home
All my cryings, feel I’m dying, dying
Take me back to my own home.l
We get it…you like the SUC.Give it a rest.
“Clean Sheets” by the Descendents:
Even when I was a whiney loser, I thought the narrator sounded like a guy who was begging a girl to kick him in the balls just so he could feel self-righteous about the pain.