He always looks me right in the eyes
Seems intrigued every time I smile
He takes his time when he’s talking to me
Like I’m interesting, captivating
Around him I feel sexy and witty
I may be fooled but it don’t matter to me
I like to stand close, pretend I belong to him
Pretend he’s crazy about me

Hey hey Lucky me He makes me feel I’m the real deal
Everybody feels the same way but that’s ok
He makes me feel I’m the real deal
Lucky me

I call him up when I’m feeling down
He comes and takes me out on the town
Where glasses stay filled, where plates are never empty
Where music’s always loud
He likes to talk commodities and fine/good guitars
He’s a man of sensibility and charm
He’s gotta a way of taking simple pleasures
making ‘em into a work of art

Hey hey Lucky me He makes me feel I’m the real deal
Everybody feels the same way but that’s ok
He makes me feel I’m the real deal
Bridge
I know better than to dive down too deep
But I’m already up to my neck
Life’s too short to miss this happiness
And feeling like I’m the real deal  

Lead over verse

Hey hey Lucky me He makes me feel I’m the real/ deal
Everybody feels the same way but that’s ok
He makes me feel I’m the real
Hey hey Lucky me He makes me feel I’m the real deal
Everybody feels the same way but that’s ok
He makes me feel I’m the real deal

Can’t build up miles
Can’t get free movie passes
No discounts with me baby
No cash advances
Can’t pay down the line
Gotta pay on time

Love me up front or keep on walking
No promises, Baby that’s just talking
When it comes down to my heart
Baby you got no credit card

I’m no bank of America
investing in your future
I’ve been around  
Won’t fall for no moocher
Some kind of time share
Makin’ me on a wing and a prayer

Love me up front or keep on walking
No promises, Baby that’s just talking
When it comes down to my heart
Baby you got no credit card

I am a now kinda girl
Spontaneous let’s have some fun
But I’m no let’s go
Kiss it up, then say you’re done
You can’t charge me up
And up till you had enough

Love me up front or keep on walking
No promises, that’s just talk  talking
When it comes down to my heart
Baby you’re no credit card
When it comes down to my heart
Baby you got no credit card
Uh uh you got no credit card

He was assistant to the undertaker
Everyday he’d walk to work there and back
I say, “How can you hear all the woes of the world 
And still smile on me like that?”

He said he knew he was God’s agent
And he did not mind the role
Helping people transistion
You know, requires a hardy soul

Chorus
He’d say I am not afraid of dyin
Dyin aint no bigga thing
He’d say dyin aint nothing to fear
If you’re really living while you’re living here

He’d say I go lie down in the dark dirty woods      
I Let nature come on and heal me  
Don’t need no inside of no church
no prayin on my knees

Chorus repeat

Spoken:  He said a lotta things to me. He’d say
Girlie… In all the living I’ve done, the saddest part aint about dying.  What’s sad is unsaid hellos, unsaid goodbyes. The  saddest heartbreakin thing
I’ve ever seen is unfinished lives.  Now that’s sad.

See I love to hear the wind blow
I love the sunlight shinin’ through the trees
And I don’t mind the rain
That’s all just living to me

Chorus repeat

You make me feel I got a pocket full of money
You make me feel I've got the key to the treasury
Oil well in my back yard
Never ending credit card
I own the world with you loving me

You got a truck load full of love you spread around
You're filled with patience you give out by the pound
I'm so grateful for you
I'm renewed all the way through
I own the world with you loving me

Bridge

I've got ads on my clothes,
I've got callers on my phone trying to get it all from me
This world has gone mad trying to get what it can
You give it all for free

You kick up gold dust when you're walkin' by
I think there's diamonds shining deep in your eyes
I could never be poor
With you at my door
I own the world with you loving me
I own the world with you loving me
Loving me, lovin me
I own the world with you loving me

I'm thinkin like a thief
Preaching like a saint
Lying with the angels
Crawling like a snake

I'm singing like a bird
'bout tonics for backbones
Selling potions for love
As if the patents my own

I'm fearful of bad luck
I'm a mystic of sorts
Avoidin' all the cracks
Even got a cure for warts

It's a thin line
Between magic and hype
Out here they lynch 'em for fraud
And Man, I'm scared for my life

Sometimes it's heaven
The applause is pouring in
Sometimes it's heaven
The money's rolling in
Sometimes they treat me
Like I'm-
Sometimes they treat me,
they treat me, they treat me
Like I'm the devil's twin

No one's throwing roses
But at times I hear 'em cheer
A crackle from the back row
Singing over last nights beer

My robes are worn out
But the tithing still comes
Keeps me putting on a show
Cuz This old wagon still runs

Chorus

It's Jobe and it's Cain on the same damn bill
One day a two bit act
The next it's glory and fame

Chorus repeat out

Why can't I be like Lynda?
She don't take no guff,
She don't take no crap.
She don't take nothin' lying down.
I'm still trying to forgive you
I'm still finding reasons
I'm still explaining your running round,
why can't I be like her?

Why can't I be like Lynda?
She's out there complainin'
She's out there yellin'
She's out there screamin' when things are wrong
I'm just here prayin'
Silently hoping
Creatively writing it in a song, why can't I be like her?

I'm sleeping on a bed of nails
I'm walking on burning red hot coals
Shouting out I love you when my story's all full of holes, why can¹t I be like her?

Why can't I be like Lynda
She's planning her future
She knows what she what she's gonna do
She won't quit till she's got it all
I'm filled with good intentions
Overflowing with apologies
I'm stuffed with excuses and Tylenol, why can't I be like her?

Chorus

Why can't I be like Lynda?
She's getting all dressed up
She's going out to parties
Going to out smoking her cigars
I'm waiting for you to call me
Waiting for you to ask me
Hoping you come drive me in your car, why can't I be like her?

Chorus

Why can't I be like Lynda 3x,
Why can't I be like her (over verse )

This town never saw the likes of you
When that torn red curtain rose up
You touched the people, you made us feel
We could soar like eagles do
You never use a net to walk a wire
You're fearless, cool, unattached
So far above the ground, you don't hear a sound
There's no gettin' higher than that

Chorus

But I'm hitting the dirt, trying to reach the sky
But you were the bird, you could fly
You got it made, it's easy for you
You were the bird, you could fly away
I crowded round your shiny light
Filled up my eyes with your stars
I tried to leap into your dream
It seemed so much brighter than mine

Chorus

Bridge

In this small town, nothing ever changes
It's hard to leave when you know all the faces
Oh I wanna see the world too, just like you..
I wanna see the world too
I swear I'll pack it up and leave this town
You showed me just how it's done
Maybe when it's cold and the
North winds blow
They'll lift me right up off the ground
And I'll stop hitting the dirt, I'll reach the sky
I'll be the bird, I will fly
I'll have it made, it'll be easy for me
I'll be the bird, I'll fly away
I'll be the bird oooh
I'll fly away oooh
I'll be the bird oooh
I'll fly away like you

"Here he comes"
"Wow, he's looking at me"

8:59 He gets his favorite mic, the words roll down the screen
Hush falls on the loud Wednesday crowd at the Holiday Inn lounge scene
He starts into his Garth Brooks wearing wranglers waving his Stetson Hat
Looks so damn good underneath those lights who cares if he sings a little flat.
Slips on an afro wig, flips on the mirror ball Country Disco Manilow, Hardrock, tonight he's gonna do it all
Grooves on through his smooth moves, a split into a slide
He is the best, no contest, he always steals first prize.

Karaoke King
Gonna make the whole world sing
Karaoke King
Gonna make the whole world sing

"How does he make his hair do that??"

He sends one out to Jeannie in the back corner booth
Winks, smiles, he's shining like the diamond in his tooth
Got 'em wooping, screaming on the edge, got em jumpin' off their bar stools cuz there in the presence of a legend whose just so damn cool

Karaoke King
Gonna make the whole world sing
Karaoke King
Gonna make the whole world sing

"He does Springsteen better than the boss. I love him."

Back at the cannery, working overtime
Got his rolex solaflex tape decks sound effects maxing out his credit line
Practicing his next routine, dancing with a dirty mop
Gotta stay sharp, gotta stay ahead, gotta stay on top

Karaoke King
Gonna make the whole world sing
Karaoke King
Gonna make the whole world sing