Bad Luck Chuck Lyrics

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 and
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
Then wake up in the morning
You're naked, broke and fried
Ahaaa - that's right

You'll never get on top
But you never give it up

Bad luck, bad luck Chuck
Your surname's misfortune still expecting jackpot
Bad luck, pretty bad luck
Looking for your future in the antique shop
Bad luck Chuck
Pretty bad luck

You swear you see so better
From eating buckets of C-vitamins
But you have tunnel vision
Bad decisions seems to be your evil twin
Like the fortuneteller always say:
Even a broken watch is right twice a day
Your watch hands point to nowhere
And I swear I think I heard them say

You'll never get on top
But 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
Looking for your future in the antique shop
Bad luck Chuck
Bad luck, bad luck Chuck
Uhhh, you're Mister Bad Luck
Bad luck, pretty bad luck
Your middle name is slow and you're just about to stop

Bad luck Chuck

You'll never get on top
But 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
There's no way you're gonna win, you were born to suck on everything
Bad luck, bad luck Chuck
When are you gonna give it up?
Bad luck, pretty bad luck
You're just about to stop