Lucky

This is a story about a boy called paul
And a show called good news week
About mikey and julie

Early morning
He wakes up
Knock, knock, knock
On the door
It's time for make-up
A perfect smile
It's you they're all waiting for
And they go

"isn't he lovely, this canberra boy?"
And they say,
"he's so lucky, he's star"
But he cry, cry, cries in his lonely heart, thinking
"if there's nothing missing in my life, then
Why do these tears come at night?"

Lost in an image
In a dream
But there's no-one there to wake him up
And the world keeps on spinning,
And he keeps on winning
But tell me, what happens when it stops?
Oh my god, the show's over!

"isn't he lovely, this canberra boy?"
And they say,
"he's so lucky, he's star"
But he cry, cry, cries in his lonely heart, thinking
"if there's nothing missing in my life, then
Why do these tears come at night?"

Ay, ay, ay-ay-ay
Ay, ay, ay-ay-ay
Ay, ay, ay-ay-ay
Ay, ay....

"isn't he lucky, this canberra boy?"

We say goodnight

Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight

Say goodnight

Says goodnight....says goodnight....

And they say,

"he's so lucky, he's star"

But he cry, cry, cries in his lonely heart, thinking

"if there's nothing missing in my life,
Time has come to say....."
He's so lucky, he's star

But he cry, cry, cries in his lonely heart, thinking

"now there's nothing missing in my life, time has come to say
Goodbye"

Thank you very much