Call Me Lucky

One on the right, one on the left One is a blonde, one's a brunette If you don't know my name I'll bet that 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 could 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 the 13th And nothin' bad'll 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 I know that I ain't smarter Than nearly anyone I'm just lucky I could 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 the 13th And nothin' bad'll 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 I know that I ain't smarter Than nearly anyone I'm just lucky Yeah, I'm just lucky Oh, I'm just lucky