歌詞

I can read the future
And tell if fates unkind
The stars I've read, I look ahead
And this is what I find
Snow storms and hails
Blizzards and gales
Through fog our way we grope
But next July
Its going to be dry
I can tell it by my horoscope
Climbing last week
A big mountain peak
I slipped down the rocky slope
I cried as I fell
I'm on my way to bed
I can tell it by my horoscope
There's lucky colours, lucky stones
Lucky numbers too
Lucky eight, as sure as fate
Will always pull me through
My cousin Kate
Is putting on weight
I said, "You're beyond all hope"
Natures unkind
Your futures all behind
I can tell it by your horoscope
Said Grandpa so gay
Mixed bathing one day
With flappers I still can cope
I'm older in years
But I've got some young ideas
I can tell it by my horoscope
My cousin Joe
Pulled a wishbone with Flo
And said, "For the best, lets hope"
Then he whispered, "Ooh
My wish is coming true"
I can tell it by my horoscope
There's lucky colours, lucky stones
Lucky numbers too
Lucky eight, as sure as fate
Will always pull me through
I studied stars
Venus and Mars
For Venus there isn't much hope
She's all wrapped in gauze
With a pair of flannel socks
I can tell it by her horoscope
Written by: Frederick E. Cliffe, George Formby, Gifford Harry
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