Lucky me, I've got my rock
and you know I've got my roll
And I've got my sweet, sweet music
and the rhythm in my soul
Lucky me, poor, poor head,
it can see right through the pain
It doesn't mean the pain ain't there,
but I'm happy just the same
I'll walk out on the street
And let the city music move me
with its pumpin' steady beat
The sunny sun goes sailin' up
Smiling down upon the face
Ain't I lucky? I'm a lucky son of a gun
And the children are singing
And the clouds keep flowin', flowin'
Lots of folks can only see
all the anger and the sin
And they sit there moanin', moanin',
I've been there, I've been there,
and I ain't going back again
Let them think what they will think,
cause I'm happy here, my friend
Ain't I lucky, I'm lucky, son of a gun