Fat Man with a Flower


Fat man bending over,
Picking up a four-leaf clover,
Leaning down for a flower
In a field in Illinois,
Rows of corn like corduroy,
His momma said, “You're lucky boy.”

 A little luck can go a long way,
Making light out of timothy,
A yellow and a white
And a red, red rose in a buttonhole
'Cause you never know.

 Next to the swimming pool
They're thin and beautiful:
First dates, affairs, and honeymoons. 

A little luck can go a long way,
Making light out of timothy,
A yellow and a white
And a red, red rose in a buttonhole
'Cause you never know.

 It's summer, you can try to hide it,
But the colors in the garden riot.
You can't keep a songbird quiet.

 Fat man with a flower,
Give it to the girl at the counter.
She's off of work in an hour. 

A little luck can go a long way,
Making light out of timothy,
A yellow and a white
And a red, red rose in a buttonhole
'Cause you never know.