Frederick Loewe - With A Little Bit Of Luck lyrics

ALFRED: The Lord above gave man an arm of iron So he could do his job and never shirk. The Lord gave man an arm of iron-but With a little bit of luck, With a little bit of luck, Someone else'll do the blinkin' work! HARRY/JAMIE: With a little bit...with a little bit... With a little bit of luck you'll never work! ALFRED: The Lord above made liquor for temptation, To see if man could turn away from sin. The Lord above made liquor for temptation-but With a little bit of luck, With a little bit of luck, When temptation comes you'll give right in! HARRY/JAMIE: With a little bit...with a little bit... With a little bit of luck you'll give right in. ALFRED: Oh, you can walk the straight and narrow; But with a little bit of luck You'll run amuck! The gentle s** was made for man to marry, To share his nest and see his food is cooked. The gentle s** was made for man to marry-but With a little bit of luck, With a little bit of luck, You can have it all and not get hooked. HARRY/JAMIE: With a little bit...with a little bit... With a little bit of luck you won't get hooked. With a little bit...with a little bit... With a little bit of bloomin' luck! ALFRED: The Lord above made man to help his neighbor, No matter where, on land, or sea, or foam. The Lord above made man to help his neighbor-but With a little bit of luck, With a little bit of luck, When he comes around you won't be home! HARRY/JAMIE: With a little bit...with a little bit... With a little bit of luck, You won't be home. ALFRED: They're always throwin' goodness at you; But with a little bit of luck A man can duck! Oh, it's a crime for man to go philandrin And fill his wife's poor heart with grief and doubt. Oh, it's a crime for man to go philanderin'-but With a little bit of luck, With a little bit of luck, You can see the bloodhound don't find out! HARRY/JAMIE: With a little bit...with a little bit... With a little bit of luck she won't find out! With a little bit...with a little bit... With a little bit of bloomin' luck! He doesn't have a tuppence in his pocket. The poorest bloke you'll ever hope to meet. He doesn't have a tuppence in his pocket-but With a little bit of luck, With a little bit of luck, He'll be movin' up to easy street. With a little bit...with a little bit... With a little bit of luck, He's movin' up. With a little bit...with a little bit... With a little bit of bloomin luck!