(Dennis Linde) Feeling mighty good this morning, Take a walk out on the street Let the city music move me with it's thumping steady beat Sun is sun sunny sweet, in the downtown city world Smiling down on the face of a mighty lucky girl Am I lucky, am I lucky, son-of-a-gun And the world is ringing, And the children are singing And the clouds keep blowing And the love keeps growing And the world is ringing And the children are singing And the flowers keep blowing And the love keeps growing Lots of folks can only see the hunger and the sin And they sit there moaning, moaning, moaning like the wind I've been there, I been there, and I ain't going back again Let them think what they maybe thinking, Cause I'm happy here my friend Am I lucky, am I lucky, son-of-a-gun And the world is ringing, And the children are singing And the clouds keep blowing And the love keeps growing And the world is ringing And the children are singing And the flowers keep blowing And the love keeps growing Am I lucky, am I lucky my,my,my,my,my,my, My,my,my,my,my,my