• Music and lyrics written by: Jay Watson
• Some lyrics written by: Ambrose Kenny-Smith

And if you hitch a ride
On a loner (gloater)
Gage your height on my shoulder
Another way to fight
Getting older

You don't even try
to phone her
Another danger sign
On the road ahead
A part of sacrifice
To the Gloater

The squawking crow gets his ego stroked
Blows his own trumpet while they're blowing smoke
He always get what he wants he's never heard the word no
Terrible things, happening, leaving bad signs wherever he goes

Coz if you must pursue the gloater
There will be deja vu
On the road ahead
Well if you wanna lose
Getting older

The squawking crow gets his ego stroked
Blows his own trumpet while they're blowing smoke
He always get what he wants he's never heard the word no
One of these days, somehow, someway, draw the short straw pull the longbow

It's all over for the gloater (it's all over now, gloater)
(Gloater)