Good Luck

Ya look nice, talk right, smile bright, can't bite, don't fight, feel so uptight.
You're warm as cold ice, four eyes, tongue ties, unwise, horse flies—geez, you're such a sore sight.
And you're so scared, can't bear, ain't fair—who's there?—beware!—don't feel safe here...
So, ya get in, look fit, new skin, fresh grin, no wit, butcha cain't win.

I say, "Good luck!"
You'll get what's comin' to ya.
"See ya!"
I hope you're happy now...

'Cause you'll get yours anyhow.

Ya watch face, clock pace, time race, shoelace, no base, trippin' up with no grace.
You've run out, bad route, gone down—look out!—found out what it's about.
Now ya feel smart, Sweet Tart, new start, your part, playin', workin' so hard.
You've got new clothes, cut rows, no nose, bad bows, don't know watcha cain't blow.

I say, "Good luck!"
You'll get what's comin' to ya.
"See ya!"
I hope you're happy now...

'Cause you'll get yours anyhow.

Now ya run back, feel bad, attack, get flack, so sad, drive yourself mad.
And you're sighin', cryin', reel an' rhymin', whinin', 'cause they know you're lyin'.
So you're callin', fallin', haulin', walled-in, ballin', goin' all-in.
Ya got got, hot rod, how odd, bad though, always wantin' watcha don't got.

I say, "Good luck!"
You'll get what's comin' to ya.
"See ya!"
I hope you're happy now...

'Cause you'll get yours anyhow.