Dark streets I walk on, side walks broken and torn, trip me as I go along. There's no damn luck here, everything goes wrong. There's no damn luck here, everything goes wrong.
No woman to make my bed. No woman to cry if I'm dead. No love that will last real long. Lifes a drag why carry on? Lifes a drag why carry on?
No luck, do I have some say I should be glad. I could be married, stuck at home listening to my wife on the telephone. Lifes a drag why carry on? Lifes a drag why carry on?
With my luck-if I do die, I'd become a black cloud in the sky so just maybe I better not go and stay right here down below, stay right here down below.