The chook's in the oven, the check's in the bank

When I go to bed at night, I got my stars to thank

I can remember when the whole thing got started

It's true what they say, I'm a lucky bastard

When the rest are falling, I'm still on my feet

When they're running from the kitchen, I'm sticking with the heat

No matter how you slice it, I can cut the mustard

I was born that way, I'm a lucky bastard

Lucky yeah, lucky bastard

Lucky yeah, lucky bastard

Playing thru Melbourne winters, cabs out in the rain

The driver is gentleman, he says he comes from Spain

He half turns his head and says, Gibson or Stratocaster

I tell you boy you look to me like you're some lucky bastard

Lucky yeah, lucky bastard

Lucky yeah, lucky bastard

Danny got religion, Harry's in the clink

Arthur's on the program, after one too many drinks

You should of seen us in our prime, not to be outlasted

I'm a stayer, not a sprinter, just call me a lucky bastard

Lucky yeah, lucky bastard

I didn't miss my calling, I walked the chosen path

Led me right up to her door, I didn't have to ask

She took off all her clothes, and with skin of alabaster she said

Look at me and tell me you're not on lucky bastard

Lucky yeah, lucky bastard

Lucky yeah, lucky bastard