Superstition

 
The touching of wood does one no good
Thirteen is just a number
Calling your house twelve A
Is not the way
To protect it from lightning and thunder

I’ve got a black cat she’s lazy and fat
In dreamland often she dwells
To idle by far
Our future to mar
By the casting of curses and spells

So charlatans beware for I do not care
For double talk bullshit or ruse
For if you try to con me
Then soon you will see
Your fat little arse grow a bruise

Me old granny said lad use your head
Live a life that’s courageous and plucky
To luck never trust
Or you will go bust
For superstition is very unlucky