Some people like to gamble

But you, you always lose

Some people like to rock 'n' roll

You're always singing the blues



You got a nasty disposition

No one really knows the reason why

You got a bad, bad reputation

Gonna hang down your head and cry



Y'got bad, bad luck

Bad, bad luck

Y'got bad, bad luck

Bad, bad luck



Thirteen's my lucky number

To you it means stay inside

Black cat done crossed my path

No reason to run and hide



You're looking through a cracked mirror

No one really knows the reason why

Your enemies are getting nearer

Gonna hang down your head and cry



Y'got bad, bad luck

Bad, bad luck

Y'got bad, bad luck

Bad, bad luck



Some people go to church on Sundays

Others, they pray at home

You tell them that there ain't no God

That they're better off standing alone



You're always scratching at the eight ball

No one really knows the reason why

You get to the top and then you fall

Gonna hang your head down and cry



Y'got bad, bad luck

Bad, bad luck

Y'got bad, bad luck

Bad, bad luck

Y'got bad, bad luck

Bad, bad luck, c'mon give it to me

Bad, bad luck

Bad, bad luck, c'mon give it