A Town Called Luckey Happy birthday You're halfway to sixty You have no land of your own A job you despise and a lover that's mean
And you started noticing a disturbing thing Birds eating other birds just beyond the screen So you packed up your things And you hopped on the freeway, headed east And you drove for eight days, aimlessly
Telling yourself to be humble Singing yourself to be free Being full aware that it's a middle-aged crisis type thing
And you drove until you saw a sign for a town called Luckey Spelled L-U-C-K-E-Y Where the sugar towers rise to line and meet the streets Checked into a motel, slept on cardboard sheets That covered the blood-stained mattress underneath Went to the local bar and you got yourself a drink
Telling yourself to be humble Singing yourself to be free It's a middle-aged crisis type thing
It was the most rag-tag group you had ever seen A splendid man with a moustache on both sides, nothing in-between Looking like a preacher's son who had given into the devil-worshipping scene He was a real looker and he bought you a drink And you proceeded to tell him everything
And you were getting a bit hysterical it seemed And you laughed like a carburetor and then you screamed All the doubt and the disbelief
Telling yourself to be humble Singing yourself to be free It's a middle-aged crisis type thing
And he told you how he came to be As an altar boy by his father's knees And how he came to lose his faith There was no touching but advances were made And his father's hand in slow motion, it was approaching him And the doubt and disbelief crept over his young heart like the black ocean
A stormcloud, a hurricane if you will A stormcloud, a hurricane
Telling yourself to be humble Singing yourself to be free It's a middle-aged crisis type thing
Go home, lady, find yourself happy It's just a middle-aged crisis type thing It's a middle-aged crisis type thing It's a middle-aged crisis type thing It's a middle-aged crisis type thing It's a middle-aged crisis type thing It's a middle-aged crisis type thing