There's a shooting on the news again
Was it nine or maybe ten
They got the kid who did it then
Came out to plead the second again
Bombs came from I don't know where
Sixty dead in the village square
A baby died in a cloud of gas
Swaddled in a stateless flag
And I just sit at home all day counting lucky stars along the way
I don't think you'd be wrong to say
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
A guy I knew who had a lot
Didn't know just what he'd got
Left his wife threw in his lot
For a bimbo with one in the pot
Had a brother was a clever soul
But couldn't seem to cope at all
Found him bouncing off the wall
With a dozen bibles in his hall
And I just sit at home all day counting lucky stars along the way
I don't think you'd be wrong to say
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
My father fought in the last Great War
At least he knew what he was fighting for
But some of the things he saw
He carried with him forevermore
So he settled for a quiet life
Worked hard and loved his wife
Brought me up so I can try and be
Half the man that he was to me
And I just sit at home all day counting lucky stars along the way
I don't think you'd be wrong to say
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
Lucky lucky lucky lucky me