He had white horses
And ladies by the score
All dressed in satin
And waiting by the doorOoh, what a lucky man he was
Ooh, what a lucky man he wasWhite lace and feathers
They made up his bed
A gold-covered mattress
On which he was laidOoh, what a lucky man he was
Ooh, what a lucky man he wasHe went to fight wars
For his country and his king
For his honor and his glory
The people would singOoh, what a lucky man he was
Ooh, what a lucky man he wasA bullet had found him
His blood ran as he cried
No money could save him
So he laid down and he diedOoh, what a lucky man he was
Ooh, what a lucky man he was
Composição: Greg Lake.
