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With A Little Bit Of Luck    (1956)

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!

With a little bit...with a little bit...
With a little bit of luck you'll never work!

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!

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

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 his 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

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!

Lyrics by Alan Jay Lerner.
Composed by Frederick Loewe.
Recorded by Stanley Holloway; Jo Stafford.
 

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