Oh Jean - The Proclaimers

I’d never been lucky

With girls I confess

Don’t know who to blame

For my lack of success

'Cause even with ones

Up the back of a bus

There was always the risk

Of a slap in the puss

But Jean, oh, Jean

You let me got lucky with you

Oh, Jean, oh, Jean

You let me got lucky with you

The first time I met you

It did cross my mind

The next time I saw you

There wasn’t the time

The third time I saw you

I thought that I could

The fourth time I met you

I knew that I would

Oh, Jean, oh, Jean

You let me got lucky with you

Oh, Jean, oh, Jean

You let me got lucky with you

I love her, I love her, I love her

I love her, I love her, I love her

I love her, I love her, I love her

I love her, I love her, I love her

I want you forever

I want you for good

So I’m gonna treat you

The way that I should

For your soul and body

My hearts gonna pound

Even after the day

That I’m laid in the ground

'Cause Jean, oh Jean

You let me get lucky with you

Oh, Jean, oh, Jean

You let me got lucky with you

I love her, I love her, I love her

I love her, I love her, I love her

I love her, I love her, I love her

Oh, Jean, oh, Jean

You let me got lucky with you

Oh, Jean, oh, Jean

You let me got lucky with you

I love her, I love her, I love her

I love her, I love her, I love her

I love her, I love her, I love her