On a cross-town bus in the city
I spied a lady all dressed in black
High heeled shoes and her dress cut loose
Her front was saggin' out on the rack
I believe, I believe
That the lady's gonna bring me luck
I believe, I believe
That the lady's gonna bring me luck

Driver, won't you stop this crazy machine
And let my feet out and touch the ground
Got to lay me a line on the lady
Before she walks down the street too far
I believe, I believe
That the lady's gonna bring me luck
I believe, I believe
That the lady's gonna bring me luck