(D. Cooper)

My old car gave up at the red light, screamin' ball of hellacious fire,

C'est la vie, adios;

So I hopped a bus with a bag of groceries, damn thing busted,

Green beans, snow peas down the aisle, look at 'er roll.

I threw everything in my overcoat,

tied the sleeves together and I give 'er a tote,

Come hell or high water I'm gettin' these groceries home--

Chorus: 'Cause I'm a lucky guy;

I got a woman that loves me,

I know I'm a lucky guy;

I got a woman that tells me so,

I'm a lucky guy;

I'm a lucky guy, yeah.

My boss said,