Lonnie Garamond was disturbed by the face That looked back at him from the bathroom mirror He looked older than he remembered It was as if all forty-two years of his life Had suddenly leap frogged over each other And crash landed in his face He was middle-aged and the truth hit him Like a man with no parachute The eyes were golfballs The skin hung on his face like a cheap suit And the trapdoor of greasy black frizz That he combed from one side of his head to the other To hide his baldness In reality emphasized it It was 2:30 in the morning Nov. 22nd 1963 And Lonnie couldn't sleep Lonnie took a last look at the face And popped another sleeping tablet Under his sandpaper tongue And slipped into a cold, dark sleep The last thing Lonnie saw Before his eyes finally closed Was his camera watching him From the other side of the Motel room But the camera wasn't loaded yet Lonnie Garamond was a loser Lonnie Garamond was a loser Lonnie Garamond was a loser And he really hated being that Lonnie's body clock woke him at 8:30 sharp He stabbed a bu*ton by his bed And the TV crackled into life Showing the crowds already gathering In Dealy Plaza He showered, shaved, and slipped into an Ivy League jacket And brown slacks and loaded the camera The Stetson put the icing on the southern cake And he headed for the parking lot Leaving the key behind in his room He knew he wouldn't be coming back Lonnie Garamond was a loser Lonnie Garamond was a loser Lonnie Garamond was a loser And he really hated being that Lonnie parked the Buick and ran down Pacific St. It was 12.15 and he wanted to be outside The Texas School Book Depository Before the motorcade came down Elm St. 12.20 He elbowed his way through a group of good ol' boys And stood next to a kid in a wheelchair Waving a Confederate flag 12.25 He took off the lens cap And lit his first cigarette for two years He checked the focus one last time And blew a smoke ring Into the blue Dallas heat haze 12.30 He ground the Lucky Strike under the heel of his boot And calmly squeezed off three shots Lonnie put the camera back into its case And melted into the panic Lonnie Garamond was a loser Lonnie Garamond was a loser Lonnie Garamond was a loser And he really hated being that