I'm sitting wondering, watching the paradenIn my ever-present chairnPeople laughing and smiles all around menBalloons and paper in my hairnnThere's a man in a car with the top downnWaving wildly at menThe poor son of a gun, I know he's thinkingnBetter him, him than mennI've stared down the devil and had to look awaynCalled out to the angels but no-one ever camenLaid down odd and even but double zero playednThat's alright, I'm a lucky one, ohnOh such a fortunate sonnnWell I was always taught well, taught wellnTo be the strong one and keep it insidenBut sometimes I sit beside the freewaynAnd howl out at the dark, dark skynnI might just have to go out and burn onenHave a drink or a fewnFade away in a cloudy haze of smokenAnd give the old man's best salutennI've stared down the devil and had to look awaynCalled out to the angels but no-one ever camenLaid down odd and even but double zero playednThat's alright, I'm a lucky one, ohnOh such a fortunate sonnnI might just have to go out and burn onenHave a drink or a fewnFade away in a cloudy haze of smokenAnd give the old man's best salutennI've stared down the devil and had to look awaynCalled out to the angels but no-one ever camenLaid down odd and even but double zero playednThat's alright, I'm a lucky one, ohnOh such a fortunate son