| Well, I woke up this morning, stumbled out of my rack
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| I opened up the paper to the page in the back
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| It only took a minute for my finger to find
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| My daily dose of destiny under my sign
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| My eyes just about popped out of my head
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| It said, «The stars are stacked against you girl, get back in bed»
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| I feel lucky, I feel lucky, yeah
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| No Professor Doom going to stand in my way
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| Mmm, I feel lucky today
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| Well, I strolled down to the corner, gave my numbers to the clerk
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| The pot’s eleven million so I called in sick to work
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| I bought a pack of Camels, a burrito and a Barq’s
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| Crossed against the light, made a beeline for the park
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| The sky began to thunder, wind began to moan
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| I heard a voice above me saying, «Girl, you better get back home»
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| But I feel lucky, oh, oh, oh, I feel lucky, yeah
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| No tropical depression going to steal my sun away
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| Mmm, I feel lucky today
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| Now eleven million later, I was sitting at the bar
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| I’d bought the house a double and the waitress a new car
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| Dwight Yoakam’s in the corner trying to catch my eye
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| Lyle Lovett’s right beside me with his hand upon my thigh
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| The moral of this story, it’s simple but it’s true
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| Hey the stars might lie but the numbers never do
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| I feel lucky
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| I feel lucky, yeah
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| Hey Dwight, hey Lyle, boys, you don’t have to fight
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| Hot dog, I’m feeling lucky tonight
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| I feel lucky, brr, I feel lucky, yeah
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| Think I’ll flip a coin, I’m a winner either way
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| Mmm, I feel lucky today |