“I Got Lucky, Babe!”

Imagine Cesar Faison as the new Weird Al, and then picture him singing the following song. He’s gonna be a star!

(to the tune of Sonny & Cher’s I Got You Babe.) 

They say I’m dead, they’re glad I’m gone,

They’ll find out soon that they have all been wrong

I don’t care if my hair is yucky

My wardrobe may bite, but baby, I got Lucky.

Babe.  I got Lucky, babe.   (X2)

Spencer’s so dumb he believes I’m Krieg

But this time Luke and Laura are way out of their league.

I don’t care how much Laura can sob,

I’m not afraid of Luke’s connection to the mob…

‘Cuz I got Lucky babe.

I got Lucky hidden away

I play chess with him every day.

I’ll get the diamonds and you’ll all go down

With my buddy Helena I’ll freeze your town.

So let them say my hair’s too long

‘cuz I don’t care, with Lucky I can’t go wrong.

I’ve already blown up Anna and Robert

Mac and Felicia will be the next ones to get hurt.

Babe! I got Lucky, babe! (X2)

I got Port Charles in the palm of my hand,

I’m getting’ ready to make my stand.

I’ve got Lucky trapped in a room,

My bad accent is the voice of doom.

I’ll get Mac and Luke outta my way,

I’ll have Felicia at the end of the day.

I got Lucky and Luke don’t know,

I got Lucky and I won’t let go

I got Lucky, babe.

From the hit album: “What do you think I am, some kind of AMATEUR?” by Cesar Faison.