Misfortune walks down the street
Selling her wares
To people she meets.
Be careful don’t open the door.
Once she’s in
She won’t leave no more.
Misfortune, pretty gal,
All dolled up
With Misery, her pal.
When they come knocking,
Don’t answer the door.
Once they step in,
They won’t leave no more.
I tell you what you’ve got to do:
Tell old Misfortune,
“Get the lead out your shoe!”
Then you lock up the door
Right straight
And if you’re wise,
You’ll build a twelve-foot gate.