Lyrics
I've never been to Paris, France
I've never learned how to ballroom dance
But she's still givin' me the chance
How lucky can one guy be?
I've never made a load-o-dough
I've never been to a Broadway show
But to her, I'm original Romeo
How lucky can one guy be?
Her other boyfriends and the hopeful men
Call her on the telephone
But at the end of the night, she's holding me tight
And I'm the one takin' her home
I'll never win a playoff game
I'll never have a lot of fortune or fame
But she loves me just the same
How lucky can one guy be?
Her other boyfriends and the hopeful men
Call her on the telephone
But at the end of the night, she's holding me tight
And I'm the one takin' her home
I'll never look like Gregory Peck
I'll never mix with the hip jet set
But she ain't thrown the towel in yet
How lucky can one guy be?
