(D. Cooper)  My old car gave up at the red light, screamin' ball of hellacious fire,  C'est la vie, adios;  So I hopped a bus with a bag of groceries, damn thing busted,  Green beans, snow peas down the aisle, look at 'er roll.  I threw everything in my overcoat,  tied the sleeves together and I give 'er a tote,  Come hell or high water I'm gettin' these groceries home--  Chorus: 'Cause I'm a lucky guy;   I got a woman that loves me,   I know I'm a lucky guy;   I got a woman that tells me so,   I'm a lucky guy;   I'm a lucky guy, yeah.  My boss said, "I sure hate to lose you,  but don't you know it's the age of computers--  you ever thought much about maintenance work?"  The IRS sent me a love letter,  They're selling my home to the highest bidder,  I tell you what boys, you can keep my shirt.  'Cause I ain't smart and I ain't clever,  But I'm lucky in love, I hope I don't lose her,  Bad as things are, things could always get worse--  Chorus:  All my friends want to know,  What the hell am I so happy about?  Why do I glow?  They just can't figure me out.  I may get low,  But nothin's gonna keep me down--  Chorus: