Break A Leg 1

Met me a girl the other week Long blonde hair lips you 
could eat She thanked me for the drinks I bought And said 
the train that she ought to have caught Had probably left I
 heard a voice inside me Say You lucky bugger Break a leg 
All my life I've tried to avert Incidents where, I could be
 hurt At school they taught me right from wrong No harm in 
being a weakling as long as long as you use your head Yet 
on the stage if you want to succeed The thing to do is 
break a leg Why not an arm Why Not a toe Why only one when 
one as you know Is not quite complete To do that you need 
One more Upon my word you take it from me On my winter hols
 I love to ski But rather than go down too fast And end up 
with my face alas Covered in egg I do as my instructor says
 Get on that piste and break a leg Why not an arm not a 
chin What's so clever about breaking your leg so to speak 
how would your feet then grow I went to do the other night 
Could hardly drink cause I had to drive And just as I was 
about to leave A chap got up and spoke