(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...