"8-Ball Man"

He's got a little black ball in the palm of his hand,

Shakes it up to decide if he'll take a stand.

Left or right, wrong or right, it's all the same,

Let the fortune float, that's how he plays the game.

Coffee or tea? Work or quit?

A plastic oracle controls every bit.

No plans, no worries, no master plan,

He's living life like an 8-Ball man.

"Shake it up, let it roll,

Yes or no, that's how he rolls.

Fate in his hands, no need to choose,

When the magic 8-Ball tells the truth."

He asked it once, "Should I buy that car?"

It said, "Outlook good," now he's driving far.

Proposed to a girl with a trembling hand,

"Signs point to yes," now there's a wedding band.

Heads or tails? Stay or go?

He don’t stress when he doesn’t know.

Flips his life like a gambler’s plan,

Living on chance, he's the 8-Ball man.

"Shake it up, let it roll,

Yes or no, that's how he rolls.

Fate in his hands, no need to choose,

When the magic 8-Ball tells the truth."

One day he asked, "Should I change my ways?"

It said, "Don't count on it," so he’s here to stay.

When life gets tough, when the road gets wild,

He’s leaning on luck like a carefree child.

"Shake it up, let it roll,

Yes or no, that's how he rolls.

Fate in his hands, no need to choose,

When the magic 8-Ball tells the truth."

So if you're stuck and don't understand,

Find yourself an 8-Ball man.

Life’s uncertain, but he’s got a plan—

Just ask the ball, it's outta his hands.