He is a lucky man
He got things
He got two of anything you could name
Two Cadillacs
Two homes
Too many friends
And he's never alone
If there's one thing a lucky man don't need it's a doubt
Just one step away from being down and out
Where's he gonna be when his luck runs out?
WHEN HIS LUCK RUNS OUT
WHEN HIS LUCK RUNS OUT
WHEN HIS LUCK RUNS OUT
WHEN HIS LUCK RUNS, LUCK RUNS, LUCK RUNS OUT
He buys caviar, he buys wine
He buys Japanese businessmen's time
Black cigarettes rolled up in France
A skosh of extra room
In the seat of his pants
When he throws a party
Well, you better come out
Listen to everybody wonder
While he sings and shouts
Where's he gonna be when his luck runs out?
Lady luck
She's a top-notch babe
She give and give
'Til you got it made
Like I said, she's a hot-shot
Got what it takes
To take what you've got
She's a religion and the man is devout
But she can leave him praying in the poor house
Where's he gonna be when his luck runs out?
