You know, in "My Fair Lady" (1964) Alfred Doolittle complains life seems to be always throwing goodness at him. But as he tells his friends in this song, with a "little bit of luck" a man can duck: The Lord gave man an arm of iron, but With a little bit of luck, Someone else'll do the blinkin' work, With a little bit, with a little bit, With a little bit of luck you'll never work. The Lord above made liquor for temptation, To see if man could turn away from sin, The Lord above made liquor for temptation, but With a little bit of luck, When temptation comes you'll give right in. The gentle sex was made for man to marry, To share his nest and see his food is cooked, The gentle sex was made for man to marry, but With a little bit of luck, You can have it all and not get hooked. They're always throwin' goodness at you, But with a little bit of luck A man can duck. Oh, it's a crime for man to go philandrin', And fill his wife's poor heart with grief and doubt. Oh, it's a crime for man to go philanderin', but With a little bit of luck You can see the bloodhound don't find out...
