Frank Sinatra

Look at yourself
If you had a sense of humor
You would laugh to beat the band
Look at yourself
Do you still believe the rumor
That romance is simply grand?
Since you took it right on the chin
You have lost that bright toothpaste grin
My mental state is all a jumble
I sit around and sadly mumble
Fools rush in
So here I am
Very glad to be unhappy
I can't win, so here I am
More than glad to be unhappy
Unrequited love's a bore
And I've got it pretty bad
When it's someone you adore
It's a pleasure to be sad
Like a straying baby lamb
With no mammy and no pappy
I'm so unhappy
But oh, so glad