Текст: Gilbert Osullivan. Break A Leg 2.

Met me a girl the other week Long blonde hair lips you could eat She thanked me for the drinks I bought And said the train that she ought to have caught Had probably left I heard a voice inside me Say You lucky bugger Break a leg All my life I've tried to avert Incidents where, I could be hurt At school they taught me right from wrong No harm in being a weakling as long as long as you use your head Yet on the stage if you want to succeed The thing to do is break a leg Why not an arm Why Not a toe Why only one when one as you know Is not quite complete To do that you need One more Upon my word you take it from me On my winter hols I love to ski But rather than go down too fast And end up with my face alas Covered in egg I do as my instructor says Get on that piste and break a leg Why not an arm not a chin What's so clever about breaking your leg so to speak how would your feet then grow I went to do the other night Could hardly drink cause I had to drive And just as I was about to leave A chap got up and spoke
to me Here's what he said I hear your leaving that's a shame Its good to see you glad you came Before you go from all of us here A safe journey home now Break a leg