Colin Hay - Lucky Bastard Lyrics
The chook's in the oven, the check's in the bankWhen I go to bed at night, I got my stars to thankI can remember when the whole thing got startedIt's true what they say, I'm a lucky bastardWhen all the rest are falling, I'm still on my feetWhen they're running from the kitchen, I'm sticking with the heatNo matter how you slice it, I can cut the mustardI was born that way, I'm a lucky bastardLucky, yeah, lucky bastardLucky, yeah, lucky bastardPlaying through Melbourne winters, cabs out in the rainThe driver is a gentleman, he says he comes from SpainHe half turns his head and says, Gibson or StratocasterI tell you, boy, you look to me like you're some lucky bastardLucky, yeah, lucky bastardLucky, yeah, lucky bastardDanny got religion, Harry's in the clinkArthur's on the program after one too many drinksYou should have seen us in our prime, not to be outlastedI'm a stayer, not a sprinter, just call me a lucky bastardLucky, yeah, lucky bastardI didn't miss my calling, I walked the chosen pathLed me right up to her door, I didn't have to askShe took off all her clothes and with skin of alabasterShe said, look at me and tell me you're not one lucky bastardLucky, yeah, lucky bastardLucky, yeah, lucky bastard
