Rod Stewart Follow

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

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 laughin' 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