Fortune Favours the Bold

Shoo, la-la-la Shoo, la-la-la-aa Shoo, la-la-la Shoo, la-la-la-aa I know its a long shot But I heard fortune favours the bold Now they tell me be solid make paper And do what you're told Guess I'd rather have holes in my shoes Than be drowning in gold In the heat of the moment My mind got left out in the cold Shoo, la-la-la Shoo, la-la-la-la-aa Shoo, la la la-aa Shoo, la-la-la Shoo, la la la-aa Do you think that it's worth it Can I buy back my soul when it's gone In the ground you're alone And your bank account won't keep you warm I see through you, you're made out of glass With a heart made of stone And the thorns in your crown cut your skin While you bleed on your throne Shoo, la-la-la Shoo, la-la-la-la-aa Shoo, la la la-aa Shoo, la-la-la Shoo, la la la-aa Shoo, la-la-la Shoo, la-la-la-la-aa --- Fortune Favours the Bold - Gerry Cinnamon