Some people like to gamble,

But you, you always lose.

Some people like to rock n' roll,

You're always singin' the blues.

You gotta nasty disposition,

No one really knows the reason why.

You gotta bad, bad reputation,

Gonna hang down your head and cry...

CHORUS: You got bad, bad luck.

Bad, bad luck. REPEAT

Thirteen's my luck 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...

REPEAT CHORUS

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 standin' alone.

You're always scratchin' at the eight ball,

No one really knows the reason why.

You do the job and then you fall,

Gonna hang down your head and cry...

REPEAT CHORUS X2:

Come on give it to me.

Bad, bad luck,

Bad, bad luck.

Go on get it.