People in life want to have peace and freedom,
But no one in life can make things full of glee.
There are people in life with eyes of coal,
All sad and depressed, all just lost in a pit.
In these deep dark moments, all down in the dumps,
You make brand new friends with every lost soul.

When you’re down in the dumps you got to be smart,
Even though you make friends, things still fall apart.
I never fall in; I just seem to jump,
I play cards, listen to songs, and think about life’s flaws,
Write music, play songs, sleep, eat, and sleep.
And everyone believes that I’m the King of the Dumps.

I’ve been here so long that there’s no longer a way out,
I write so many songs that I’m beginning to lose count.
People I know talk to me about there good news and bad,
I’m a good listener but got no one to talk to,
When it comes to my problems I’m stuck in a slump.
Even though I didn’t ask to be, I’m the King of the Dumps