Bad Luck Chuck

Oh, how do you do?
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 thе antique shop, bad luck chuck
Oh, pretty bad luck

You swear you see so much bеtter
From eating buckets of c-vitamins
But you have tunnel vision
Bad decisions seems to be your evil twin
Like the fortune teller 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
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