Lucky Bastard

The chook's in the oven, the check's in the bank
 When I go to bed at night, I got my stars to thank
 I can remember when the whole thing got started
 It's true what they say, I'm a lucky bastard
 When all the rest are falling, I'm still on my feet
 When they're running from the kitchen, I'm sticking with the heat
 No matter how you slice it, I can cut the mustard
 I was born that way, I'm a lucky bastard
 Lucky, yeah, lucky bastard
 Lucky, yeah, lucky bastard
 Playing through Melbourne winters, cabs out in the rain
 The driver is a gentleman, he says he comes from Spain
 He half turns his head and says, Gibson or Stratocaster
 I tell you, boy, you look to me like you're some lucky bastard
 Lucky, yeah, lucky bastard
 Lucky, yeah, lucky bastard
 Danny got religion, Harry's in the clink
 Arthur's on the program after one too many drinks
 You should have seen us in our prime, not to be outlasted
 I'm a stayer, not a sprinter, just call me a lucky bastard
 Lucky, yeah, lucky bastard
 I didn't miss my calling, I walked the chosen path
 Led me right up to her door, I didn't have to ask
 She took off all her clothes and with skin of alabaster
 She said, look at me and tell me you're not one lucky bastard
 Lucky, yeah, lucky bastard
 Lucky, yeah, lucky bastard