Luck. That's what it all boils down to, isn't it?
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Luck !
Let's face it - that's what it all boils down to, isn't it?
John is a good man - but he is plagued by fortune's indiscriminate hand
He earns a dollar any way that he can - just to get by.
He says "Martha we'll be rich one day - with a little bit of luck to send us on our way
With a fair day's work for a fair day's pay.
We can't go wrong."
Oh luck - oh luck - you couldn't make her up.
Whichever way you spin the house will always win
Because it's all down to Lady Luck.
Now Charlie's from the privilaged few - he's thick as the brick he'll likely throw at you.
His crimes are plenty as his favours few
He doesn't give a damn.
He hangs around the Champagne Bars chasing fancy women in Italian cars.
What's his is his and so is ours.
That's just his way.
Oh luck - oh luck - you couldn't make her up.
Whichever way you spin the house will always win
Because it's all down to Lady Luck.
She will scold you - then enfold you - then she'll blow you away.
She'll knife you - suck the life out of you
In her own sweet way.
Oh luck - oh luck - you couldn't make her up.
Whichever way you spin the house will always win
Because it's all down to Lady Luck.
Oh luck - oh luck - you could not trip that bitch up.
Whichever way you spin the house will always win
Because it's all down to Lady Luck.
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