[Intro]
This is a guns for Boothill, You can shove it
He hasn't got the time
He hasn't got the time, so he packs off like a success
Buckles his holsters
Keep trouble in mind
[Verse 1]
Sliding through your gutter, make your heart flutter
Whistle when he walks, and he drools with a talk
Just one in the gang, and number one with his fans
He fought hard he was winning through
He's pistol-whipping his way to you
Like grease lightning, a bend of the track
Hitting hotel beds at the end of the night
Cigarette down 'for he hits the sack
Fix his eyes to the ceiling and the horse out back
This rig's a banshee, Will you pump my jack?
Stampeding cattle with the rest of his pack
Short of cash and pin a note on his back
What he lacks is my tequila
Ay! Give it Back!
He only battle and bruise
Not fit to wipe my shoes
Profit's yet to be made, but you have to be crazy
Can't carry Billy Whizz, a Left Handed Gun
Theres a whole-in-the-wall gang
[Chorus]
Get Lucky, Lucky Luke
Get Lucky
He fought hard, He was winning through
He's pistol-whipping his way to you
[Verse 2]
Sk** is a will, now twisting his tail
Always holding his own, he seem to go it alone
Like stay in the place
Gotta skim the opposition when nothings at stake
Folks bold declares how [?]
Stopping wheels of steel with a flick of the range
Got the courage and fame, he salvations and game
Got it down to a odd, likes playing it smart
[Chorus]
He fought hard, He was winning through
He's pistol-whipping his way to you
Get Lucky, Lucky Luke