Call Me Lucky

One on the right
One on the left
One is a blond
One’s a brunette
If you don’t know my name I bet you can guess
They call me lucky
Now I go through life Without a care
I ain’t got a plan
I go everywhere Without a worry
To clutter up my head They call me lucky
I can snap a wishbone
And get the smaller half
Walk down the street
And have a black cat cross my path Walk under ladders on Friday 13th But nothing bad will happen to me
I ain’t the seventh son
Of the seventh son
My pappy ain’t a pistol
I ain’t a son of a gun
And I know I ain’t smarter Then nearly anyone
I’m just lucky