Lady Luck - Rod Stewart

Lady Luck, here I am on time

Proppin' up the bar with a glass of wine

Friday night and I’m all spruced up and fine

I ain’t goin' nowhere, nowhere

Lady Luck, why don’t you pull up a chair

And bring your shine right wisdom, darlin', over here?

Your Gaelic humor and your pious smile

All the cats’ll be laugin' 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 playin', 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 longin' 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