Lotsa Luck Songtext
von Allan Sherman

When you′re driving through the desert
And your car runs out of gas
Lots of luck, pal, lots of luck

When you try to stop some strangers
They will holler as they pass
Lots of luck, pal, lots of luck

So you walk eight miles and all uphill
To call the auto club
And the whole thing's nip and tuck
′Cause they'll ask you for your number
And your number's in your wallet
And your wallet′s in your car
So, lots of luck

When your television set breaks down
And needs repairing bad
Lots of luck, pal, lots of luck
You look through the Yellow Pages
For an honest looking ad
Lots of luck, pal, lots of luck


Then the fellow comes and says your set
Must go into the shop
And he takes it in his truck
Four months later when he brings it back
It′s someone else's set
Besides, he dropped it down the steps
So, lots of luck

Some people think a horseshoe′s
Gonna bring them lots of luck
A horseshoe is a lucky charm, of course
But for every set of horseshoes
Human beings use for luck
Somewhere in this world's a barefoot horse
A barefoot horse

When you buy a tape recorder
Of the automatic kind
Lots of luck, pal, lots of luck

If it′s simplified for folks
Who aren't mechanically inclined
Lots of luck, pal, lots of luck


There′s a small instruction booklet
That's a hundred pages long
And on page one, you get stuck
It says "If unsatisfactory
You must bring this to the factory"
But the factory's in Japan
So, rotz of rock