| Song | Out Of Luck |
| Artist | The King Blues |
| Album | Save The World, Get The Girl |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| With the red scrunchie for her birthday gift, | |
| She scrapes her hair into a | |
| Croydon facelift, | |
| Punch drunk love at sweet 16, | |
| She thumbs a ride to | |
| Gretna Green, | |
| Leaving something old for somewhere new, | |
| To be with someone battered, black and blue, | |
| She turns out her light with a song to sing, | |
| Grabs her shoulder bag and her | |
| Argos ring, | |
| And she says, | |
| Without a penny, in my pocket, | |
| I’m out of luck in this kind of town, | |
| But I’ve got you right by my side, | |
| So I won’t let them drag me down, | |
| He turned from | |
| Jack the lad into | |
| Jack the dad, | |
| His heart was pure but the town was bad, | |
| He had a broken heart from a broken home, | |
| She heard his breaking voice through a broken phone, | |
| He said “For you girl | |
| I’d walk a | |
| Swedish mile, | |
| For a Glasgow kiss and a | |
| Chelsea smile”, | |
| So he drove til it was morning light, | |
| And the birds will sing him to sleep tonight, | |
| And he says, | |
| Without a penny, in my pocket, | |
| I’m out of luck in this kind of town, | |
| But I’ve got you right by my side, |
| With the red scrunchie for her birthday gift, | |
| She scrapes her hair into a | |
| Croydon facelift, | |
| Punch drunk love at sweet 16, | |
| She thumbs a ride to | |
| Gretna Green, | |
| Leaving something old for somewhere new, | |
| To be with someone battered, black and blue, | |
| She turns out her light with a song to sing, | |
| Grabs her shoulder bag and her | |
| Argos ring, | |
| And she says, | |
| Without a penny, in my pocket, | |
| I' m out of luck in this kind of town, | |
| But I' ve got you right by my side, | |
| So I won' t let them drag me down, | |
| He turned from | |
| Jack the lad into | |
| Jack the dad, | |
| His heart was pure but the town was bad, | |
| He had a broken heart from a broken home, | |
| She heard his breaking voice through a broken phone, | |
| He said " For you girl | |
| I' d walk a | |
| Swedish mile, | |
| For a Glasgow kiss and a | |
| Chelsea smile", | |
| So he drove til it was morning light, | |
| And the birds will sing him to sleep tonight, | |
| And he says, | |
| Without a penny, in my pocket, | |
| I' m out of luck in this kind of town, | |
| But I' ve got you right by my side, |
| With the red scrunchie for her birthday gift, | |
| She scrapes her hair into a | |
| Croydon facelift, | |
| Punch drunk love at sweet 16, | |
| She thumbs a ride to | |
| Gretna Green, | |
| Leaving something old for somewhere new, | |
| To be with someone battered, black and blue, | |
| She turns out her light with a song to sing, | |
| Grabs her shoulder bag and her | |
| Argos ring, | |
| And she says, | |
| Without a penny, in my pocket, | |
| I' m out of luck in this kind of town, | |
| But I' ve got you right by my side, | |
| So I won' t let them drag me down, | |
| He turned from | |
| Jack the lad into | |
| Jack the dad, | |
| His heart was pure but the town was bad, | |
| He had a broken heart from a broken home, | |
| She heard his breaking voice through a broken phone, | |
| He said " For you girl | |
| I' d walk a | |
| Swedish mile, | |
| For a Glasgow kiss and a | |
| Chelsea smile", | |
| So he drove til it was morning light, | |
| And the birds will sing him to sleep tonight, | |
| And he says, | |
| Without a penny, in my pocket, | |
| I' m out of luck in this kind of town, | |
| But I' ve got you right by my side, |