On Friday the thirteenth
I'll walk under ladders!
'Cause I'll always be lucky with you

That rabbit's foot I'll throw away for good
And don't ask me to knock on wood!

I won't cross my fingers
But nuthin' can happen
'Cause I'll always be lucky with you!

(Farrell, spoken)
And you wouldn't be afraid if someday
A big black cat should cross your path?

(Shirley)
No! I'll always be lucky with you!

(Farrell, spoken)
And suppose you should break a mirror?
Wouldn't that seven years business scare you?

(Shirley)
No! 'Cause I'll always be lucky with you!
Those superstitious things are just a bluff
I'm MUCH too old for all that stuff!

(Farrell, spoken)
Yes? Well how about the wish you made last week
When you saw that falling star?

(Shirley)
Well . . . I'll always be lucky
(whispers) 'Cause the wish was all about you!