Brown shirts don't make it Brown shirts don't make it Brown shirts don't make it Brown shirts don't make it Brown shirts don't make it Brown shirts don't make it
With a little bit of luck (I bet, I bet) With a little bit of luck (I bet, I bet) With a little bit of luck (I bet, I bet) With a little bit of luck (I bet you're wondering how I knew)
I'm not so brave and I'm not too crazy And I'd rather be a coward than pushing up daisies Never rocked the boat, never tipped the scales Never got off the fence, never had that much to say So when I get a leather glove across my face I say 'yes sir, no sir, whatever you say, sir' And when the Nazis stop me shouting 'get out your pass book' I say 'yes sir, yes sir' I don't trust to luck Who'd Adam and Eve it? They're rationing clothes And where they find a molehill a mountain grows So please, no pictures 'cause the snap you took They'll take it as a sign, Jesus H Christ, just my luck
Brown shirts don't make it Brown shirts don't make it Brown shirts don't make it Brown shirts don't make it
I'd stay at home and sit it out But in a dirty world you need a launderette Two short minutes I look the other way Some bastard robbed me blind You can't trust anyone nowadays
I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky
I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky
I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, luckyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
