| I got some bills this morning
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| They tumbled through the door
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| I counted every penny but
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| The bills still came to more
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| And printed in the paper
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| For Pisces it did say
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| «If you would just be bolder
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| Then this might be your day»
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| It said, «Lady Luck apologises
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| For the way she’s been behavin'
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| And she promises she’ll change
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| If you don’t want to know her, she’ll understand
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| But if you’d like to take her hand
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| She could be back at your command.»
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| So I ran round the corner
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| The bookies there I entered
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| Put ten quid on a mare
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| From a stud in Kildare
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| But though the jockey beat her
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| In Belgium they will eat her
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| The tannoy began to rip as I tore up the slip
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| It said: «Lady Luck…»
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| I met a girl this evening
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| And I began to think
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| That I might get her drunk
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| But she matched me drink for drink
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| So when she drew the curtains
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| I felt success was certain
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| But as she kicked me out
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| She spoke in the third person
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| She said: «Lady Luck…» |