His feet on the ground
His head up in the clouds
He's running out of cash
He's got the worst hand of cards
What kind of advice should he be given?
It would be bad bad luck if it didn't work out today
A furtive glance
An assumed smile
He'd swear she'd follow him home today
I mean, odds are good
It couldn't be better
And it's only a quarter past three
But if you ask him
He'll tell you frankly
That life is wonderful
Oh, if you ask him
If it's wrong or right
None of it matters
'Cause when you ask him
He'll tell you that everything worked out for him
Everything worked out
He's always been that kind of guy
Who never has to work too hard
At school, he was almost popular
He won the lottery
It was a grand jackpot
But he somehow lost the ticket
He found the woman of his dreams
In "Pirates of the Caribbean"
Even though she has yet to find out how lucky she is
He's already designed the house
Knows exactly what she wants
With a jacuzzi and whatever all that stuff is called
But if you ask him
He'll tell you frankly
That life is wonderful
Oh, if you ask him
If it's wrong or right
None of it matters
'Cause when you ask him
He'll tell you that everything worked out for him
Everything worked out