'Lucky Man' - Emerson, Lake & Palmer

He had white horses
And ladies by the score
All dressed in satin
And waiting by the door

 Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

 White lace and feathers
They made up his bed
A gold covered mattress
On which he was led

 Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

 He went to fight wars
For his country and his king
Of his honor and his glory
The people would sing

 Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, 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

 Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was