Bad Luck Chuck

Oh, how do you do?

Here's a story 'bout a man I know

I might step on his toes

But he's a friend of mine

I mean him no harm

Tryin' to find your virgin Mary

In a sleazy red light hotel

One minute you're in paradise

The next one you're in hell

You drink a gallon whiskey

Just to get you through the night

Oh, you wake up in the morning

Oh, you're naked, broke and fried

You'll never get on top

You never give it up

Bad luck, bad luck Chuck

Your surname's misfortune, still expecting jackpot

Bad luck, pretty bad luck

Ooh, you're looking for your future in the antique shop, bad luck Chuck

Oh, pretty bad luck

You swear you see so much better

From eating buckets of C-vitamins

But you have tunnel vision

Bad decisions seems to be your evil twin

Like the fortune teller always say

A broken watch is right twice a day

Your watch hands point to nowhere

And I swear I heard them say

You'll never get on top

You never give it up

Bad luck, bad luck Chuck

Your middle name is slow and you're just about to stop

Bad luck, pretty bad luck

Oh, looking for your future in the antique shop, bad luck Chuck

Bad luck, bad luck Chuck

Ooh, you're Mister Bad Luck

Bad luck, pretty bad luck

Your middle name is slow and you're just about to stop, ooh

Oh yeah

Bad luck Chuck

Alright, honey, get on movin', aha

Oh yeah

You'll never get on top

You never give it up

Bad luck, bad luck Chuck

Oh yeah, your middle name is slow, you're just about to stop

Bad luck, pretty bad luck

There's no way you're gonna win

You were born to suck on everything

Bad luck, bad luck Chuck (Oh yeah)

When are you gonna give it up?

Bad luck, pretty bad luck (Oh yeah)

You're just about to stop

Ooh, yeah