Mama, do you think that maybe
I could be the lucky one today?
Cause the men who used to laugh at me
And dance around my table
Are all lined up in the yard today.
And the wind doesn’t blow them away,
The rain doesn’t change the words that they say.
Oh Mama, do you think that maybe
I could be the lucky one today?
Oh Mama, do you think that maybe
I could be the lucky one for real?
Cause the feelings of emotion that
I’m feeling in my body are the
Feelings that the lucky ones feel- the
Orange of victory, the yellow sun rising up in me, and the
Cool blue sword of my sexuality.
Oh Mama, do you think that your lucky one is ready
To go lead the life that lucky ones lead?
When the men are in the desert,
When they’re burning with their wishes,
Do you think that they will bring them to me?
When they’re down in the deep blue sea
With their cheeks puffed out, with the bubbles they breathe,
Oh Mama, do you think that they will
swim up through the waters to me?
Oh Mama, do you think that they will
swim up from the ocean to
Explore the way a lucky one lives?
When I’ve fed them from my faucet,
When I’ve given them my clothing,
Do you think that they’ll be ready to give?
Can I pour like an open spout,
Can I pour and pour, can I never run out?
Oh Mama, isn’t that what being
One of the Lucky Ones is about?
I’m sitting in my bedroom, and
I’m fingering a matchstick, and
I’m watching how it burns and it shines.
Shining on the glitter and the silver that
Surrounds me like a torch in an emerald mine.
Like a torch in a crystal cave, like a
Sword that cuts through the dim and the gray,
Oh Mama ,do you think that maybe
I could be the Lucky One today?