Lady Luck, here I am on time
Propping up the bar with a glass of wine
Friday night and I’m all spruced up and fine
But I ain’t going nowhere
Lady Luck why don’t you pull up a chair
And bring you shamrock wisdom, darling, over here
Your Gaelic humour and your pious smile
All the kids will be laughing 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 trying
Your demon plan is still a mystery
Laced with a touch of inconsistency
So why don’t you give us all a break
Make us all rich, healthy and fine
Five month 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 streets again
Lady Luck, yeah, it’s late, I know
Allow me to buy you one more for the road
Tell me something I’ve been longing to hear
It’s gonna get better next year
Because 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, it sure is a funny old world
Sure is a funny old world
Sure is a funny old world
Lady Luck
Lady Luck, don’t push me over when I can’t stand up
Lady Luck
I can’t stand up
Sure is a funny old world
Sure is a funny old world