Lady Luck Here I am on time Proppin' up the bar with a glass of wine Friday night and I'm all spruced up and fine I ain't goin' nowhere
Lady Luck Why don't you pull up a chair And bring your shine right wisdom Darlin' over here Your Gaelic humor And your pious smile All the cats'll be laugin' tonight
Now you may say it's a funny old world You may say that the game ain't fair Is there a plot or do you improvise Or maybe you don't even care
Lady Luck Ain't you the fickle kind Why are some folks lucky While the rest are tryin' You keep on playin' It's still a mystery You're laced with a touch of inconsistancy
So why don't you give us all a break Make us all rich healthy and fine Five months holidays and a four hour week And a horse that wins all the time
Lady Luck Hear the mandolins Kind of makes you wonder How it might have been There go all The funny place I've got Back on the street again
Lady Luck Yeah, it's late I know Allow me to buy you one more folderol And tell me something I've been longin' to hear It's gotta get better next year
'Cause I've seen some rainy days My wedding suits are frayed and torn But now the sun comes shining through I've cried in my beer too long
Lady Luck, Lady Luck Don't push me over When I can't stand up, oh yeah Sure it's a funny old world Sure it's a funny old worldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
