{K. Brewer}
Destined to be the next czar of a nation
But he missed coronation when the car broke down
Now he can't pay his taxes 'cause he run out of matches
To light a dear candle to write it all down
The lottery's full
And it's two pounds a pull
But he never can seem to make change
And there's mad luck and bad luck
And what I could've had luck
And it's governed by blaggards
In the hills far away
And there's robbers and ruses
And a thousand excuses
For the hard life of Ivan MacCrae
He can't pull the plow 'cause he don't have a cow
But he knows of a grant that the state endows
But he can't face the vicar without any liquor
And he can't buy the liquor if he don't pull the plow
So he sits by the window
And watches the sun go
And nobody mentions his name
And there's mad luck and bad luck
And what I could've had luck
And it's governed by blaggards
In the hills far away
And there's robbers and ruses
And a thousand excuses
For the hard life of Ivan
The hard life of Ivan MacCrae
And there's mad luck and bad luck
And what I could've had luck
And it's governed by blaggards
In the hills far away
And there's robbers and ruses
And a thousand excuses
For the hard life of Ivan
The hard life of Ivan
The hard life of Ivan MacCrae
Destined to be the next czar of a nation
But he missed coronation when the car broke down
Now he can't pay his taxes 'cause he run out of matches
To light a dear candle to write it all down
The lottery's full
And it's two pounds a pull
But he never can seem to make change
And there's mad luck and bad luck
And what I could've had luck
And it's governed by blaggards
In the hills far away
And there's robbers and ruses
And a thousand excuses
For the hard life of Ivan MacCrae
He can't pull the plow 'cause he don't have a cow
But he knows of a grant that the state endows
But he can't face the vicar without any liquor
And he can't buy the liquor if he don't pull the plow
So he sits by the window
And watches the sun go
And nobody mentions his name
And there's mad luck and bad luck
And what I could've had luck
And it's governed by blaggards
In the hills far away
And there's robbers and ruses
And a thousand excuses
For the hard life of Ivan
The hard life of Ivan MacCrae
And there's mad luck and bad luck
And what I could've had luck
And it's governed by blaggards
In the hills far away
And there's robbers and ruses
And a thousand excuses
For the hard life of Ivan
The hard life of Ivan
The hard life of Ivan MacCrae