Mr. Lucky Lyrics - Singles - Revolting Cocks

Hey, didn't I see you at the sizzler last night? 

I never heard of them, do you have change for a dollar? 

No but that dress is real expensive 

It's too cold and I can't stand salty stuff 

Let me get that for ya, baby 

You should speak to my room-mate, she owns two of them 

Ever seen one of these before? 

You're shorter than me, you're shorter than me 

Mr. Lucky, just hit the street 

And he's lookin' for something cheap 

He's gonna steal himself a cop car 

Cheap ass blow and a bite to eat 

I'm gonna score me a BP vest 

Pimp my intellect and burn the rest 

Cut a few scars in the life story bar 

Get a big load off my chest 

I only got two things on my mind 

First one's nothing, second's woman kind 

Introduce me to the fox with Goldilocks 

And mama bear's behind 

A black cat's crossed your path 

Valentino and psychopath 

Claw me in the light of the stars tonight 

Drown me in your bath 

With her back against the record machine 

She's a 4 a.m. beauty queen 

If I throw a six she's mine tonight 

Undressed and seventeen 

Wait a minute who's that lucky guy? 

He's got the devil in his eye 

Rings on his fingers and an empty glass 

And a queen with a big surprise 

Mr. Lucky just hit the deck 

With the liquor in full effect 

Lend me an ear and a shot and a beer 

And I'll pay with a third-party check 

Hey, what's the matter with you, man? 

You gonna burn me catch as catch can 

Throw him a bone and he'll leave you alone 

Don't think he's a lucky man 

Disco, disco mystic