If I didn't have bad lucknI'd have no luck at allnNo luck at allnnIf I couldn't sing, if I couldn't singnI'd probably make decent moneynnCrying all the waynTo the pawnshop and I praynFor my superficial gene to clam downnTrying not to buynQuite as many under eye creamsnI'm crying all the way to the pawnshopnnWhen my dad was my agenHe had a big wagenA summerhouse, French holidaysnnCrying all the way to the pawnshop...nnWater and noodlesnNo-good-nappies for the kidsnTwo thousand argumentsnabout an empty fridge