Bad Luck Chuck Songtext
von Wig Wam

Oh, how do you do?
Ooooh, ooooh
Here′s a story 'bout a man I know
I might step on his toes
But he′s a friend of mine
I mean him no harm

Tryin' to find your virgin Mary
In a sleazy red light hotel
One minute you're in paradise
The next one you′re in hell
You drink a gallon whiskey
Just to get you through the night
Oh, you wake up in the morning
Oh, you′re naked, broke and fried

You'll never get on top
You never give it up


(Bad luck, bad luck Chuck)
Your surname′s misfortune, still expecting jackpot
(Bad luck, pretty bad luck)
Ooh, you're looking for your future in the antique shop, bad luck Chuck
Oh, pretty bad luck
Sucker

You swear you see so much better
From eating buckets of C-vitamins
But you have tunnelvision
Bad decisions seems to be your evil twin
Like the fortuneteller always say
A broken watch is right twice a day
Your watch hands point to nowhere
And I swear I heard them say

You′ll never get on top
You never give it up

(Bad luck, bad luck Chuck)
Your middle name is slow and you're just about to stop
(Bad luck, pretty bad luck)
Oh, looking for your future in the antique shop, bad luck Chuck
(Bad luck), bad luck Chuck
Ooh, you′re Mister Bad Luck
(Bad luck, pretty bad luck)
Your middle name is slow and you're just about to stop, ooh


Oh yeah yeah yeah
Bad luck Chuck
Alright, honey, get on movin', aha
Oh yeah

You′ll never get on top
You never give it up

(Bad luck, bad luck Chuck)
Oh yeah, your middle name is slow, you′re just about to stop
(Bad luck, pretty bad luck)
There's no way you′re gonna win
You were born to suck on everything
(Bad luck, bad luck Chuck) Oh yeah
When are you gonna give it up?
(Bad luck, pretty bad luck) Oh yeah
You're just about to stop

Ooh, yeah