Emerson, Lake & Palmer – Lucky Man

He had white horses
And ladies by the score
All dressed in satin
And waiting by the doorOoooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he wasWhite lace and feathers
They made up his bed
A gold covered mattress
On which he was ledOoooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he wasHe went to fight wars
For his country and his king
Of his honor and his glory
The people would singOoooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, 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 diedOoooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was