Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
The waitress asks me if I'm famous
I say no, but I'm hungry
She says the eggs are cold, the toast is burnt
The bacon's mostly fat and I say
Lucky me, I like it like that
Nowhere to stay I ring a doorbell
The landlord looks me up and down and says
The walls are thin, the rooms are cramped
There's no place to hang your hat, and I say
Lucky me, I like it like that
'Cause every day I play it straight
I never tempt the hand of fate
In a world of give and take
I take what's given
I find a gypsy fortune teller
In a run down shack across the tracks
She says money isn't in the cards
Hard work'll break your back, and I say
Lucky me, I like it like that
Standing at the gates of heaven
Saint Peter smiles at me and says
The food is great, the hotel's grand
Your bags have been unpacked, and I say
Lucky me, I like it like that
Lucky me, I like it like that
Lucky Me was produced by Henry Gross.