[Intro] Got a ticket on me windscreen, found a tenner in me jeans, Lost a lass, but wrote a tune that said what losin’ means. Every time I’m fallin’ flat, Summat slips me half a laugh, Maybe that’s a blessin’, or just cruel routine. [Chorus] Good news, bad news, same old spin, One hand gives, the other digs in. If it’s luck, it’s laughin’ sly, Buys a round then waves goodbye. [Verse 2] Spilt me pint, met a bird with a grin, Said she liked me mess, so I let her in. Swore she’s cursed since ‘93, Said bad luck’s where she finds her peace. [Chorus] Good news, bad news, twist and shout, What goes in never quite comes out. If it’s fate, it’s pullin’ strings, Steals yer lighter, leaves yer wings. [Bridge] I’ve stopped callin’ it luck, if I’m fair, It’s just timing nicked from thin air. One day it buys, next day it borrows, Same sad song, different sorrows. [Final Chorus] Good news, bad news, take yer bet, You win a smile, you lose the rest. If it’s chance, it’s wearin’ me coat, Left me dry but kept me float. [Outro] So here’s to losin’ and the laughs it brings, It’s the only thing that still bloody sings.
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