Lucky Man
Emerson, Lake and Palmer
He had white horses And ladies by the score All dressed in satin And waiting by the door... Oooh, what a lucky man he was (Bis) White lace and feathers They made up his bed Of gold-covered matress On which he was laid. Oooh, what a lucky man he was (Bis) He went to fight wars For his country and his king Of his honour and his glory The people would sing : Oooh, what a lucky man he was (Bis) A bullet had found him His blood ran as he cried No money could save him So he laid down and he died. Oooh, what a lucky man he was (Bis)