Woke up this morning with a start
There was a pounding in my heart
The calendar screamed the number thirteen
Am I alive or caught in a dream
I am not a believer in superstition
But life is a shambolic condition 

Friday thirteenth unlucky for some
Saw a black cat son of a gun 
Thirteen disciples  sat down for a meal
Jesus was crucified how does it feel
Friday thirteenth unlucky for some

Shaved and then the mirror cracked
My reflection disappeared fact
Spilt the salt on the floor of the  kitchen
Threw it over my shoulder just wishing
Walked under a ladder it's a cardinal sin
Umbrella open in house it's looking grim 

Friday thirteenth unlucky for some
Judas escariot was pure scum 
Norse god Loki is on the prowl indeed
Mischief and deception guaranteed 
Friday thirteenth unlucky for some