Brown shirts don't make it
Brown shirts don't make it
Brown shirts don't make it
Brown shirts don't make it
Brown shirts don't make it
With a little bit of luck (I bet, I bet)
With a little bit of luck (I bet, I bet)
With a little bit of luck (I bet, I bet)
With a little bit of luck (I bet you're wondering how I knew)
I'm not so brave and I'm not too crazy
And I'd rather be a coward than pushing up daisies
Never rocked the boat, never tipped the scales
Never got off the fence, never had that much to say
So when I get a leather glove across my face
I say 'yes sir, no sir, whatever you say, sir'
And when the Nazis stop me shouting 'get out your pass book'
I say 'yes sir, yes sir' I don't trust to luck
Who'd Adam and Eve it? They're rationing clothes
And where they find a molehill a mountain grows
So please, no pictures 'cause the snap you took
They'll take it as a sign, Jesus H Christ, just my luck
Brown shirts don't make it
Brown shirts don't make it
Brown shirts don't make it
Brown shirts don't make it
I'd stay at home and sit it out
But in a dirty world you need a launderette
Two short minutes
I look the other way
Some bastard robbed me blind
You can't trust anyone nowadays
I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky
I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky
I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky
I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky
I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky
I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky
I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky
I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky
I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky
I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky...
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