Well I woke up this morning stumbled out of my rack   I opened up the paper to the page in the back   It only took a minute for my finger to find   My daily dose of destiny, under my sign   My eyes just about popped out of my head   It said "the stars are stacked against you girl, get back in bed"      I feel lucky, I feel lucky, yeah   No Professor Doom gonna stand in my way   Mmmmm, I feel lucky today      Well I strolled down to the corner, gave my numbers to the clerk   The pot's eleven million so I called in sick to work   I bought a pack of Camels, a burrito and a Barq's   Crossed against the light, made a beeline for the park   The sky began to thunder, wind began to moan   I heard a voice above me saying, "girl, you better get back home"      But I feel lucky, oh oh oh, I feel lucky, yeah   No tropical depression gonna steal my sun away   Mmmmm, I feel lucky today      Now eleven million later, I was sitting at the bar   I'd bought the house a double, and the waitress a new car   Dwight Yoakam's in the corner, trying to catch my eye   Lyle Lovett's right beside me with his hand upon my thigh   The moral of this story, it's simple but it's true   Hey the stars might lie, but the numbers never do      I feel lucky, oh oh oh, I feel lucky, yeah   Hey Dwight, hey Lyle, boys, you don't have to fight   Hot dog, I'm feeling lucky tonight      I feel lucky, brrrrr, I feel lucky, yeah   Think I'll flip a coin, I'm a winner either way   Mmmmmm, I feel lucky today