| I been thinking 'bout what happened back in eighty-nine
|
| When I was born my momma she almost died
|
| Seem like a hell of a way to start out for me
|
| Walk right in and cause such misery
|
| Oh, but now everything’s all right
|
| Even though I think about dying
|
| But, when I forget about all the things I fear
|
| I’m a pretty lucky guy
|
| Today I really realize
|
| Spending most of my time hitting parties at night
|
| Getting high climbing trees in broad daylight
|
| I ain’t never broken a bone in my life
|
| Sticks and stones and low-pitched groans
|
| Buddy I can tell when you’re not being nice
|
| But, when I forget about all the things I fear
|
| I’m a pretty lucky guy
|
| Today I really realize
|
| Hey hey you get under my skin sometimes
|
| When you come-a on come-a on come on and pretend to be a friend of mine
|
| Hey hey whenever you roll those eyes
|
| It gets me low sometimes
|
| When I forget about all the shit you deal
|
| I’m a pretty lucky guy
|
| Today I really realize
|
| Going fifty-nine up the ninety-five
|
| Feel the heat of the city in the summertime
|
| I ain’t never lifted a finger in my life
|
| Sweating hard out in Liberty Park
|
| Pay me today so that I can be free at night
|
| But, when I forget about all the things I fear
|
| I’m a pretty lucky guy
|
| Lucky to be alive
|
| Hey hey you get under my skin sometimes
|
| When you come-a come-a come on and pretend to be a friend of mine
|
| Hey hey whenever you roll those eyes
|
| It gets me low sometimes
|
| But you know I know
|
| I’m a pretty lucky guy |