(Tom Johnston)

On a cross-town bus in the city

I spied a lady all dressed in black

High heeled shoes and her dress cut loose

Her front was saggin' out on the rack

I believe, I believe

That the lady's gonna bring me luck

I believe, I believe

That the lady's gonna bring me luck

Driver, won't you stop this crazy machine

And let my feet out and touch the ground

Got to lay me a line on the lady

Before she walks down the street too far

I believe, I believe

That the lady's gonna bring me luck

I believe, I believe

That the lady's gonna bring me luck