There are many types of luck.
But I always seem to get the worst type.

Being in a class of fifteen girls and sixteen boys
And always being the last one to get picked,
By the teacher, type of luck.

Seeing the train is late and going to the town for a beer,
Coming back in plenty of time,
Only to find it was unexpectedly not nearly so late, type of luck.

Standing in a queue at the bank and seeing the guy in front
Of me win the "lucky one millionth customer" award,
And being held up for half an hour as he is
Being interviewed for the television, type of luck.

Taking my friend down to "The Joiners" because they have great
Bands playing every night, the one night they didn't, type of luck.

Missing the train home and having to sleep the night
In the entranceway in the freezing cold,
The night the clocks went back, type of luck.

Having made it to the top of the Empire State building,
On the night of a most beautiful sunset and moonrise,
Having left my camera at home, type of luck.

Finding that the only remaining picture of a dearly loved
And departed pet, had been used as the filter for a cigarette
At the party the night before, type of luck.

Selling my house to move nearer to my favourite pub, and
Finding out that they've stopped selling beer, type of luck.

Being run over by a horse and cart
And trampled to death by a set of lucky horseshoes, type of luck.

My type of luck.