I am the one with shabby clothes, a scar across my crooked nose, and she is the prettiest girl I know. She looked at me, and me she chose. I’d say I know why, but no, I don’t. I’m just a lucky so-and-so.
There was a time when I was sure I’d get all the good things I deserved. I’d stand by the wishing well while some other guy would help himself.
F that jive, I’m just too old. Now I cut the line and roll the bones. I’m just a lucky so-and-so. I’m just a lucky so-and-so.