Frederick Loewe — With A Little Bit Of Luck

ALFRED: The Lord above gave man an arm of iron So he could do his job and never shirk The Lord gave man an arm of iron-but With a little bit of luck With a little bit of luck Someone else'll do the blinkin' work! HARRY/JAMIE: With a little bit...with a little bit... With a little bit of luck you'll never work! ALFRED: The Lord above made liquor for temptation To see if man could turn away from sin The Lord above made liquor for temptation-but With a little bit of luck With a little bit of luck When temptation comes you'll give right in! HARRY/JAMIE: With a little bit...with a little bit... With a little bit of luck you'll give right in ALFRED: Oh, you can walk the straight and narrow; But with a little bit of luck You'll run amuck! The gentle sex was made for man to marry To share his nest and see his food is cooked The gentle sex was made for man to marry-but With a little bit of luck With a little bit of luck You can have it all and not get hooked HARRY/JAMIE: With a little bit...with a little bit... With a little bit of luck you won't get hooked With a little bit...with a little bit... With a little bit of bloomin' luck! ALFRED: The Lord above made man to help his neighbor No matter where, on land, or sea, or foam The Lord above made man to help his neighbor-but With a little bit of luck With a little bit of luck When he comes around you won't be home! HARRY/JAMIE: With a little bit...with a little bit... With a little bit of luck, You won't be home ALFRED: They're always throwin' goodness at you; But with a little bit of luck A man can duck! Oh, it's a crime for man to go philandrin And fill his wife's poor heart with grief and doubt Oh, it's a crime for man to go philanderin'-but With a little bit of luck With a little bit of luck You can see the bloodhound don't find out! HARRY/JAMIE: With a little bit...with a little bit... With a little bit of luck she won't find out! With a little bit...with a little bit... With a little bit of bloomin' luck! He doesn't have a tuppence in his pocket The poorest bloke you'll ever hope to meet He doesn't have a tuppence in his pocket-but With a little bit of luck, With a little bit of luck He'll be movin' up to easy street With a little bit...with a little bit... With a little bit of luck, He's movin' up With a little bit...with a little bit... With a little bit of bloomin luck!