I said, «My name is Dwight
And I don’t have any papers
But I have a moustache
And I want an adventure.»
They said, «How old are you?»
I said, «Older than I am «And they said, «Get your scrawny
Black ass on that raft!»
Cuz I’m a lucky little fucker
I’m a lucky little fucker
I’m a lucky little fucker
I’m a lucky and I’m
Little lucky little fucker
I’m a lucky little fucker
I’m a lucky little fucker
I’m a lucky and I’m
This little bitch boy walks in
Holding up two wires
And before you even know it
He’s exploding
Sharpened bamboo
Right through that prostitute’s skull
And bits of barbed wire
Through that kid’s face
And a blast of hot air
All that hits me
And so they put me in charge
Of my own scrawny brigade
Of limp-dick wimps
Pissing their pants
And crying to their mommy
I told ‘em right there
On the first day
We’re all lucky little fuckers
We’re all lucky little fuckers
We’re all lucky little fuckers
We’re all lucky and we’re
Little lucky little fuckers
We’re all lucky little fuckers
We’re all lucky little fuckers
We’re all lucky and we’re
And if any of you little shits
Go and run and hide
Or cry in your helmets
Yell and jeopardize
My life or the lives
Of these other guys
I will not hesitate to remove
The .45
Off of my side
And blow your brains out
The back of your skull
And show up and salute
To your ma and pa
To twenty-one guns
In your home town
And I won’t lose a wink of sleep
For putting you down
Cuz I’m a lucky little fucker
I’m a lucky little fucker
I’m a lucky little fucker
I’m a lucky and I’m
Little lucky little fucker
I’m a lucky little fucker
I’m a lucky little fucker
I’m a lucky and I’m