I've got an ex-boyfriend who calls me up To blame me for his life I get bunches of roses from another guy And hate mail from his wife I date a stupid jerk who forgets my name Likes to make love watching TV And some guy calls in the middle of the night Just so I can hear him breathe Lucky me Lucky, lucky me I have everything in this whole wide world A girl could ever need, lucky me Oh yeah I've got a great car It's a red convertible, made by Mattel Got a nice house in the suburbs With 'Hell's Angels' for neighbors as well I've got a scholarship for a hundred years of college I wanna study dentistry But my folks just want me married And poppin' out the grand kids to keep them company Lucky me Lucky, lucky me I have everything in this whole wide world A girl could ever need, lucky me Lucky, lucky little old me I have everything in this whole wide world A girl could ever need Lucky me (Lucky me) Oh me (Lucky me) I think I wanna join the Hare Krishnas Give up all my worldly goods, cut off all my hair There's nothin' that I have right now, brings me any joy When I'm shopping at the mall, can't find it anywhere But I've got my tamagotchi And I've got my wristwatch phone I got so many friends on the Internet I could never be alone I've got just enough cash to pay a lot of tax But not enough to quit my job Got a fool's gold ring, credit card debt Psychiatrist for my dog Lucky me Lucky, lucky little old me I have everything in this whole wide world A girl could ever need, lucky me Oh, lucky, lucky little old me I have everything in this whole wide world A girl could ever need Lucky me Oh, lucky, lucky little old me I have everything in this whole wide world A girl could ever need Lucky me