I don’t see that I have got
A contagious persona,
But I’ve been asked to leave this ship
As though I was a “Jonah”

They think disaster follows me,
Some bad star that I carry;
These people treat me like I was
A kind of “Typhoid Mary”

But I don’t think I have bad luck,
And certainly don’t spread it;
I think I am a lucky guy —
These people just
Don’t get it