Lady Luck

(album: A Spanner In The Works - 1995)

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
I ain't going nowhere, nowhere

Lady Luck, why don't you pull up a chair
And bring your shine right wisdom, darling, over here?
Your Gaelic humor and your pious smile
All the cats'll be lauging 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 tryin'?
You keep on playing, it's still a mystery
You're laced with a touch of inconsistency

So why don't you give us all a break?
Make us all rich, healthy and fine
Five months 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 street again

Lady Luck, yeah, it's late I know
Allow me to buy you one more folderol
And tell me something I've been longing to hear
It's gotta get better next year

'Cause 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
Don't push me over
When I can't stand up, oh yeah
Sure it's a funny old world
Sure it's a funny old world