‘Good work’, he said
Well its good working with you too
I’ve got a good book to read about
Good looking guys like you

Good stuff to take to bed
Good stuff to dream about
I’ve seen my share of good stuff
So you shouldn’t have to shout

Always lucky-so-lucky
Always lucky-so-lucky

‘Good luck’, he said
Well let me wish the same on you
I’ve got a lot of luck I’m riding on
And I just don’t have a clue

‘Lets work’, you say
‘Lets work it all out very soon’
But I’m hungry for each bone you throw
And so very thirsty too

Always lucky-so-lucky
So far you’re still free from me
Always sweet, always clean
Always saying maybe
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe

You’re always sweet, and you’re always clean
You’re a spit-shine boy
On a spit-shine scene
There’s a trick
In the dice you throw
But you bite down hard on it
You won’t let it show

‘Good times’ he said
Oh, well I’ve never known much else
I’ve been so very blessed you know
I’m sorry for myself

‘Stick out your neck’ you say
I’m giving you advice
Gotta stick it in the hardest place
You never get it right