The starts are stacked against you girl. Get back in bed. Girl you'd better get back home. Well I woke up this morning stumbled out of my rack. opened the paper to page in back. It only took me a minute for finger find daily dose destiny under sigh. My eyes just about popped out-a head. said feel lucky Yeah. No Professor Doom gonna stand way. Mm lucky today. strolled down corner gave numbers clerk. The pot's eleven million so called sick work. bought pack Camels burrito and Barq's crossed against light made beeline park. sky began thunder wind moan. heard voice above sayin' yeah. tropical depression steal sun away. Now Eleven million later was sittin' at bar. house double then waitress new car. Dwight Yoakim's try'n' catch eye. Lyle Lovett's right beside with his hand upon thigh. moral story it's simple but true: Hey stars might lie never do. Hey Dwight hey Lyle boys you don't have fight. Hot dog tonight. lucky. Think I'll flip coin I'm winner either Mmmmm today