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