With A Little Bit Of Luck (from "My Fair Lady")

With A Little Bit Of Luck - Stanley Holloway

Alfred The Lord above gave man an arm of iron

So he could do his job and never shirk

The Lord gave man an arm of iron-but

With a little bit of luck With a little bit of luck

Someone else'll do the blinkin' work The three

With a little bit with a little bit

With a little bit of luck you'll never work

Alfred The Lord above made liquor for temptation

To see if man could turn away from sin

The Lord above made liquor for temptation-but

With a little bit of luck With a little bit of luck

When temptation comes you'll give right in

The three With a little bit with a little bit

With a little bit of luck you'll give right in

Alfred Oh you can walk the straight and narrow;

But with a little bit of luck You'll run amuck

The gentle sex was made for man to marry

To share his nest and see his food is cooked

The gentle sex was made for man to marry-but

With a little bit of luck With a little bit of luck

You can have it all and not get hooked

With a little bit with a little bit

With a little bit of luck you won't get hooked

With a little bit with a little bit

With a little bit of bloomin' luck

The Lord above made man to help is neighbor

No matter where on land or sea or foam

The Lord above made man to help his neighbor-but

With a little bit of luck With a little bit of luck

When he comes around you won't be home

With a little bit with a little bit

With a little bit of luck You won't be home

Alfred They're always throwin' goodness at you;

But with a little bit of luck A man can duck

Oh it's a crime for man to go philandrin

And fill his wife's poor heart with grief and doubt

Oh it's a crime for man to go philanderin'-but

With a little bit of luck With a little bit of luck

You can see the bloodhound don't find out

With a little bit with a little bit

With a little bit of luck she won't find out

With a little bit with a little bit

With a little bit of bloomin' luck

He doesn't have a tuppence in his pocket

The poorest bloke you'll ever hope to meet

He doesn't have a tuppence in his pocket-but

With a little bit of luck With a little bit of luck

He'll be movin' up to easy street

With a little bit with a little bit

With a little bit of luck He's movin' up

With a little bit with a little bit

With a little bit of bloomin luck