Consolation Prize

A thousand violins will play it for you

While you sit and roll your deep blue eyes

A thousand to win, a thousand you lose

But I'll be your consolation prize

All you do is sigh

I wore my frings like Roger McGuinn's

I was hoping to impress

So frightfully camp, it made you laugh

Tomorrow I'll buy myself a dress

How ludicrous

I don't mean to pry but didn't that guy

Crumple up your face a thousand times?

He made you cry

I'll be your consolation prize

Although I know

I'll never be man enough for you