Chumbawamba

I Should Be So Lucky

Brown shirts don't make it

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

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...