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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 gonna stand in my way |
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Mmmmm, 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 gonna steal my sun away |
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Mmmmm, 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, oh oh oh, 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, brrrrr, I feel lucky, yeah |
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Think I'll flip a coin, I'm a winner either way |
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Mmmmmm, I feel lucky today |
