If I didn't have bad luck I'd have no luck at all No luck at all If I couldn't sing, if I couldn't sing I'd probably make decent money Crying all the way To the pawnshop and I pray For my superficial gene to clam down Trying not to buy Quite as many under eye creams I'm crying all the way to the pawnshop When my dad was my age He had a big wage A summerhouse, French holidays Crying all the way to the pawnshop... Water and noodles No-good-nappies for the kids Two thousand arguments About an empty fridge