Bad Luck Chuck

Oh, how do you do? Ooooh, ooooh Here's a story 'bout a man I know I might step on his toes But he's a friend of mine I mean him no harm Tryin' to find your virgin Mary In a sleazy red light hotel One minute you're in paradise The next one you're in hell You drink a gallon whiskey Just to get you through the night Oh, you wake up in the morning Oh, you're naked, broke and fried You'll never get on top You never give it up (Bad luck, bad luck Chuck) Your surname's misfortune, still expecting jackpot (Bad luck, pretty bad luck) Ooh, you're looking for your future in the antique shop, bad luck Chuck Oh, pretty bad luck Sucker You swear you see so much better From eating buckets of C-vitamins But you have tunnelvision Bad decisions seems to be your evil twin Like the fortuneteller always say A broken watch is right twice a day Your watch hands point to nowhere And I swear I heard them say You'll never get on top You never give it up (Bad luck, bad luck Chuck) Your middle name is slow and you're just about to stop (Bad luck, pretty bad luck) Oh, looking for your future in the antique shop, bad luck Chuck (Bad luck), bad luck Chuck Ooh, you're Mister Bad Luck (Bad luck, pretty bad luck) Your middle name is slow and you're just about to stop, ooh Oh yeah yeah yeah Bad luck Chuck Alright, honey, get on movin', aha Oh yeah You'll never get on top You never give it up (Bad luck, bad luck Chuck) Oh yeah, your middle name is slow, you're just about to stop (Bad luck, pretty bad luck) There's no way you're gonna win You were born to suck on everything (Bad luck, bad luck Chuck) Oh yeah When are you gonna give it up? (Bad luck, pretty bad luck) Oh yeah You're just about to stop Ooh, yeah