I was born with all my bits intact.

An ugly little brat.

My mother, with a look at me,

said. "What the luck is that?"

The kids at school were beastly.

They nicked my satchel once.

It contained my worm collection

so what the luck was that?

I forgot to think in lessons

and flunked all the exams.

I couldn't go to uni.

Well! what the luck was that?

When it came to chatting women

I didn't have a hope.

One picked me up and that's OK.

Boy!. What the luck was that?

I began to make my forturne

in a big, high rolling game.

The ball was running with me.

Oh luck!