GOOD LUCK WITH THAT

© 2010 Janice Hopkins / Steve Rieck / Magne Kolstad

Stood there lookin’ so sure of myself
Him repeating time would tell
He’d make millions with his get rich schemes
In one ear and out like all his crazy dreams

Bag the twelve pointer, hook the big bass
Drive a new Hummer with our lottery cash
I’d pick the color, like that’s a fact
Said he’s sick and tired of my talkin’ smack

I told him…Yeah, GOOD LUCK WITH THAT

He’s got his plans
Well, I got some too
But, seems they fit
Like two left shoes
No Manna from Heaven
‘Til you pay your dues
He said, can’t we take another chance
I looked him up and down and laughed
Yeah, GOOD LUCK WITH THAT

Lost out of town, won’t ask directions
Calls me up whinin’ from an intersection
Couldn’t find his way out of a paper bag
Claims if he tried he’d probably make it back

Yeah, GOOD LUCK WITH THAT

He’s got his plans
Well, I got some too
But, seems they fit
Like two left shoes
No Manna from Heaven
‘Til you pay your dues
He said, can’t we take another chance
I looked him up and down and laughed
Yeah, GOOD LUCK WITH THAT

He says day, I say night, nothin’s left
Says, he’ll make it right
He’ll change my mind later on tonight
When I feel his Midas touch..
Oh yeah.. Good Luck!

He’s got his plans
Well, I got some too
Just seems they fit
Like two left shoes
No Manna from Heaven
‘Til you pay your dues
He said, can’t we take another chance
I looked him up and down and laughed
Yeah, GOOD LUCK WITH THAT