The chook's in the oven, the check's in the bank When I go to bed at night, I got my stars to thank I can remember when the whole thing got started It's true what they say, I'm a lucky ba*tard When the rest are falling, I'm still on my feet When they're running from the kitchen, I'm sticking with the heat No matter how you slice it, I can cut the mustard I was born that way, I'm a lucky ba*tard Lucky yeah, lucky ba*tard Lucky yeah, lucky ba*tard Playing thru Melbourne winters, cabs out in the rain The driver is gentleman, he says he comes from Spain He half turns his head and says, Gibson or Stratocaster I tell you boy you look to me like you're some lucky ba*tard Lucky yeah, lucky ba*tard Lucky yeah, lucky ba*tard Danny got religion, Harry's in the clink Arthur's on the program, after one too many drinks You should of seen us in our prime, not to be outlasted I'm a stayer, not a sprinter, just call me a lucky ba*tard Lucky yeah, lucky ba*tard I didn't miss my calling, I walked the chosen path Led me right up to her door, I didn't have to ask She took off all her clothes, and with skin of alabaster she said Look at me and tell me you're not on lucky ba*tard Lucky yeah, lucky ba*tard Lucky yeah, lucky ba*tard