He was a hot-blooded rebel, he was aiming to please

He had more than a tattoo up his sleeve

Marylou, Peggy Sue, Suzy Q, Norma Jean



He was pretty as a picture on his motorbike

He never met a mirror that he didn't like

Sorry dude, with your rude attitude, take a hike



Goodness, gracious, mercy me

Somebody tell me when will I be



Lucky, lucky in love

Roll myself a seven when I throw the dice

I've been waiting for the king of hearts

Still I get the joker every time

When will I be, lucky in love



I met a sweet-talking guy from Paris, Tennessee

He bought me french fries at the Dairy Queen

He came on strong, before too long

He was on bended knee



Now when I hear his footsteps up my block

I hear the tick of his biological clock

Sorry hon', gotta run, it's been fun, still in shock



Goodness gracious, mercy me

Somebody tell me when will I be



Lucky, lucky in love

Roll myself a seven when I throw the dice

I've been waiting for the king of hearts

Still I get the joker every time

When will I be, lucky in love



Goodness gracious, mercy me

Somebody tell me when will I be



Lucky, lucky in love

Roll myself a seven when I throw the dice

I've been waiting for the king of hearts

Still I get the joker every time

When will I be

Oh when will I be

Oh yeah, when will I be

Lucky in love