Mr. Bad Luck

Look over yonder, here come the blues

The thirteenth of any time, dressed like a fool

A double-breasted green and red polka-dot coat

Playin' the violin, hittin' wrong notes

Wow, look over yonder, he's comin' my way

When he's around, I never have a happy day

He give me bad luck by rubbin' his ring

See that? I just broke a guitar string

Aw

Wow

Wow, look over yonder, he's smilin' at my babe

Now she says she gonna leave me here today

I don't need bad luck like, uh, him hangin' around

He's knockin' on my door, now my house is burnin' down

Crackle, crackle

Pop, pop[Verse 4]

Wow, look over yonder, this is the end

He's just now sayin' he want to be my friend

When he's around, I can't do nothin' right

He got me wearin' shades in the middle of the night

Look over yonder, yeah

Look over yonder, baby

Got to get away, get away from here

Ow, look over yonder, yeah

Look over yonder, baby

Got to, got to look over yonder, yeah

Look over yonder

Where's my shotgun so I can blow this fool away?

Get away, brother

Ow, look over yonder, baby

Yeah, over yonder

Look over yonder, baby

Look over yonder

Yeah, yeah