I'm sitting wondering, watching the parade   In my ever-present chair   People laughing and smiles all around me   Balloons and paper in my hair      There's a man in a car with the top down   Waving wildly at me   The poor son of a gun, I know he's thinking   Better him, him than me      I've stared down the devil and had to look away   Called out to the angels but no-one ever came   Laid down odd and even but double zero played   That's alright, I'm a lucky one, oh   Oh such a fortunate son      Well I was always taught well, taught well   To be the strong one and keep it inside   But sometimes I sit beside the freeway   And howl out at the dark, dark sky      I might just have to go out and burn one   Have a drink or a few   Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke   And give the old man's best salute      I've stared down the devil and had to look away   Called out to the angels but no-one ever came   Laid down odd and even but double zero played   That's alright, I'm a lucky one, oh   Oh such a fortunate son      I might just have to go out and burn one   Have a drink or a few   Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke   And give the old man's best salute      I've stared down the devil and had to look away   Called out to the angels but no-one ever came   Laid down odd and even but double zero played   That's alright, I'm a lucky one, oh   Oh such a fortunate son