Song Length |
3:51 |
Genre |
Folk - Rock, Pop - General |
Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Composed, Pleased |
Subject |
Crime, Theft |
Lyrics
I?ve got a little story, that I?m gonna tell.
?bout a guy named Lucky Davis; into bad luck Lucky fell.
Stole a green metallic Cougar, that he liked a lot.
Thought he?d drive it to the guy?s house, see what else this rich guy?s got.
Oh now, what?s Lucky gonna do?
Lucky?s luck ?bout to run through.
When Lucky Davis got there, as luck would have it no one?s home.
He broke in through the backdoor, picked up the telephone.
Called his baby, said, ?Let?s party, put on your party dress,
Get your sweet self here girl, we gonna make a mess.?
Oh now what?s Lucky gonna do?
Lucky?s luck ?bout to run through.
Instrumental
Found some tasty alcohol, a big bottle a Jim Beam.
Broke out the Lays Baked Chips, turned on the TV.
It?s time to party, time to have him some fun,
Lucky started feelin? kinda hungry,
Waitin? for Sweetstuff to come.
He made himself some dinner, a Boca Burger in the ?wave.
Left dirty dishes on the counter, went upon his merry way.
The doorbell rang and it was Sweetstuff.
She?s lookin? good, she?s lookin? fine.
Lucky says? ?Let?s do the nasty.?
They got undressed in record time.
They did it till they were unconcho, passed out there upon the floor.
And right there that?s where I found them, dialed 9-1-1 and locked the door.
He?s lucky that I didn?t shoot him, smack him with my baseball bat.
Used some duct-tape to secure things, an? now the slammer?s where there at.
Oh now what?s Lucky gonna do?
Lucky?s luck just run through.
Oh now what?s Lucky gonna do?
Lucky?s luck, just run through.