Don Mcglashan Lucky Stars
Henderson Park is still in the dark and I stop to put gas in the car
I stand in line behind a barefoot man who's buying cigarettes and a chocolate bar
I catch sight of my reflection in the smash proof glass
And I thank my lucky stars
I look at this frame that carries my name, the one that carries me around
I look at my hair and I don't care if it's sticking up or lying down
And the light from the spills all over the cars
And I thank my lucky stars
These shoulders and these hands, all the bits that make up a man
They stand in line with all the rest
All at once I'm glad of their company, glad for all they've done for me
Hеnderson Park is still in the dark and I stop to put gas in the car
Suddеnly the street lights all go out
And the dawn comes creeping up the harbour mouth
And I thank my lucky stars
And I thank my lucky stars
I thank my lucky stars
I thank my lucky stars
I thank my lucky stars
I thank my lucky stars
I thank my lucky stars
I thank my lucky stars
I thank my lucky stars
I thank my lucky stars
Oooooooooooh
These shoulders and these hands all the bits that make up a man
They stand in line with all the rest
And for the first time I'm glad of their company, glad for all they've done for me
Henderson morning I notice a warning light and I stop to put gas in the car
Suddenly the street lights all go out
And I thank my lucky stars
And I thank my lucky stars
And I thank my lucky stars
