Matt dennis / tom adair

Black cats creep across my path
Until Im almost mad
I must have roused the devils wrath
cause all my luck is bad
I make a date for golf and you can bet your life it rains
I try to give a party and the guy upstairs complains
I guess Ill go thru life kust catchin colds and missin trains

Everything happens to me
I never miss a thing
Ive had the measels and the mumps
And every time I play an ace
My partner always trumps
Guess Im just a fool who never looks before he jumps

Everything happens to me
At first my heart thot you could break this jinx for me
That love would turn the trick to end despair
But know I just cant fool this head that thinks for me
Ive mortgaged all my castlesin the air
Ive telegraphed and phoned
I send an airmail special too
Your answer was goodbye
And there was even postage due
I fell in love just once
And then it had to be with you

Everything happens to me