Lucky Bastard 歌词

The chook's in the oven, the check's in the bank When I go to bed at night, I got my stars to thank I can remember when the whole thing got started It's true what they say, I'm a lucky bastard When the rest are falling, I'm still on my feet When they're running from the kitchen, I'm sticking with the heat No matter how you slice it, I can cut the mustard I was born that way, I'm a lucky bastard Lucky yeah, lucky bastard Lucky yeah, lucky bastard Playing thru Melbourne winters, cabs out in the rain The driver is gentleman, he says he comes from Spain He half turns his head and says, Gibson or Stratocaster I tell you boy you look to me like you're some lucky bastard Lucky yeah, lucky bastard Lucky yeah, lucky bastard Danny got religion, Harry's in the clink Arthur's on the program, after one too many drinks You should of seen us in our prime, not to be outlasted I'm a stayer, not a sprinter, just call me a lucky bastard Lucky yeah, lucky bastard I didn't miss my calling, I walked the chosen path Led me right up to her door, I didn't have to ask She took off all her clothes, and with skin of alabaster she said Look at me and tell me you're not on lucky bastard Lucky yeah, lucky bastard Lucky yeah, lucky bastard