Henderson Park is still in the dark and I stop to put gas in the car
I stand in line behind a barefoot man who’s buying cigarettes and a chocolate bar
I catch sight of my reflection in the smashproof glass and I thank my lucky stars
I look at this frame that carries my name, the one that carries me around
I look at my hair and I don’t care if it’s sticking up or lying down
And the light from the forecourt spills all over the cars,
and I thank my lucky stars.These shoulders and these hands, all the bits that make up a man,
they stand in line with all the rest
All at once I’m glad of their company, glad for all they’ve done for me…
Henderson Park is still in the dark and I stop to put gas in the car…
Suddenly the street lights all go out,
and the dawn comes creeping up the harbour mouth
And I thank my lucky stars x2 (lucky stars, I thank my…) x8
Oooooooooooh these shoulders and these hands all the bits that make up a man,
they stand in line with all the rest
And for the first time I’m glad of their company, glad for all they’ve done for me…
Henderson morning I notice a warning light and I stop to put gas in the car…
Suddenly the street lights all go out,and the dawn comes creeping up the harbour mouth
And I thank my lucky stars x2
And I thank my lucky stars.
