Oh, how do you do? Here's a story bout a man I know I might step on his toes But he's a friend of mine and I mean him no harm Tryin' to find your virgin Mary In a sleazy red light hotel One minute you're in paradise The next one you're in hell You drink a gallon whiskey Just to get you through the night Then wake up in the morning You're naked, broke and fried Ahaaa - that's right You'll never get on top But you never give it up Bad luck, bad luck Chuck Your surname's misfortune still expecting jackpot Bad luck, pretty bad luck Looking for your future in the antique shop Bad luck Chuck Pretty bad luck You swear you see so better From eating buckets of C-vitamins But you have tunnel vision Bad decisions seems to be your evil twin Like the fortuneteller always say: Even a broken watch is right twice a day Your watch hands point to nowhere And I swear I think I heard them say You'll never get on top But you never give it up Bad luck, bad luck Chuck Your middle name is slow and you're just about to stop Bad luck, pretty bad luck Looking for your future in the antique shop Bad luck Chuck Bad luck, bad luck Chuck Uhhh, you're Mister Bad Luck Bad luck, pretty bad luck Your middle name is slow and you're just about to stop Bad luck Chuck You'll never get on top But you never give it up Bad luck, bad luck Chuck Your middle name is slow and you're just about to stop Bad luck, pretty bad luck There's no way you're gonna win, you were born to suck on everything Bad luck, bad luck Chuck When are you gonna give it up? Bad luck, pretty bad luck You're just about to stop