A copper?? I see has found its way to me,
It´s old and it´s old and it´s old
Making me cry.
I sleep but I will not move,
Too scared to leave my room
But I won´t be defeated, oh no.
What if cars don´t go my way?
And it´s sure to spoil my day.

But in voices loud and clear you say to me "it´s only superstition.
It´s only your imagination,
It´s only all of the things that you fear and the things from which you can´t escape."
Keep clean for the thousandth time
Stand still and wait and line.
Some numbers are badder than others, oh no.
What if cars don´t go my way?
And it´s sure to spoil my day
But in voices loud and clear you say to me "it´s only superstition.
It´s only your imagination
It´s only all of the things that you fear and the things from which you cannot expect."

But it´s making me cry, and it´s making me cry
And I´m slipping away and I´m slipping away
It´s only superstition, only your imagination
It´s only superstition, only superstition.