He had white horses, and ladies by the score
All dressed in satin, and waiting by the door
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
White lace and feathers, they made up his bed
A gold covered mattress, on which he was led
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
He went to fight wars for his country and his king
Of his honor, and his glory, The people would sing
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
A bullet had found him. His blood ran as he cried
No money could save him. So he laid down and he died
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
