He had white horses And ladies by the score All dressed in satin And waiting by the door Ooh, what a lucky man he was Ooh, what a lucky man he was White lace and feathers They made up his bed A gold-covered mattress On which he was laid Ooh, what a lucky man he was Ooh, what a lucky man he was He went to fight wars For his country and his king For his honor and his glory The people would sing Ooh, what a lucky man he was Ooh, what a lucky man he was A bullet had found him His blood ran as he cried No money could save him So he laid down and he died Ooh, what a lucky man he was Ooh, what a lucky man he was