| The chook’s in the oven, the check’s in the bank
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| When I go to bed at night, I got my stars to thank
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| I can remember when the whole thing got started
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| It’s true what they say, I’m a lucky bastard
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| When the rest are falling, I’m still on my feet
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| When they’re running from the kitchen, I’m sticking with the heat
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| No matter how you slice it, I can cut the mustard
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| I was born that way, I’m a lucky bastard
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| Lucky yeah, lucky bastard
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| Lucky yeah, lucky bastard
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| Playing thru Melbourne winters, cabs out in the rain
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| The driver is gentleman, he says he comes from Spain
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| He half turns his head and says, Gibson or Stratocaster
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| I tell you boy you look to me like you’re some lucky bastard
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| Lucky yeah, lucky bastard
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| Lucky yeah, lucky bastard
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| Danny got religion, Harry’s in the clink
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| Arthur’s on the program, after one too many drinks
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| You should of seen us in our prime, not to be outlasted
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| I’m a stayer, not a sprinter, just call me a lucky bastard
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| Lucky yeah, lucky bastard
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| I didn’t miss my calling, I walked the chosen path
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| Led me right up to her door, I didn’t have to ask
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| She took off all her clothes, and with skin of alabaster she said
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| Look at me and tell me you’re not on lucky bastard
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| Lucky yeah, lucky bastard
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| Lucky yeah, lucky bastard |