"Poor, Poor, Pitiful Me" (written by Warren Zevon)
Or, Billie Holiday singing
Everything Happens to Me
Black cats creep across my path Until Im almost mad I must have roused the devils wrath cause all my luck is bad I make a date for golf and you can bet your life it rains I try to give a party and the guy upstairs complains I guess Ill go thru life kust catchin colds and missin trains
Everything happens to me I never miss a thing Ive had the measels and the mumps And every time I play an ace My partner always trumps Guess Im just a fool who never looks before he jumps
Everything happens to me At first my heart thot you could break this jinx for me That love would turn the trick to end despair But know I just cant fool this head that thinks for me Ive mortgaged all my castlesin the air Ive telegraphed and phoned I send an airmail special too Your answer was goodbye And there was even postage due I fell in love just once And then it had to be with you
