Lucky Guy — текст песни (Trout Fishing In America)

(D. Cooper)
My old car gave up at the red light, screamin` ball of hellacious fire,
C`est la vie, adios;
So I hopped a bus with a bag of groceries, damn thing busted,
Green beans, snow peas down the aisle, look at `er roll.
I threw everything in my overcoat,
tied the sleeves together and I give `er a tote,
Come hell or high water I`m gettin` these groceries home--
Chorus: `Cause I`m a lucky guy;
I got a woman that loves me,
I know I`m a lucky guy;
I got a woman that tells me so,
I`m a lucky guy;
I`m a lucky guy, yeah.
My boss said, I sure hate to lose you,
but don`t you know it`s the age of computers--
you ever thought much about maintenance work?
The IRS sent me a love letter,
They`re selling my home to the highest bidder,
I tell you what boys, you can keep my shirt.
`Cause I ain`t smart and I ain`t clever,
But I`m lucky in love, I hope I don`t lose her,
Bad as things are, things could always get worse--
Chorus:
All my friends want to know,
What the hell am I so happy about?
Why do I glow?
They just can`t figure me out.
I may get low,
But nothin`s gonna keep me down--
Chorus: