Hey there, Mr. Tin Man,
You don't know how lucky you are.
You shouldn't spend your whole life wishin'
For something bound to fall apart.
Every time you're feeling empty,
Better thank your lucky stars.
If you ever felt one breaking,
You'd never want a heart.

Catch a falling star an’ put it in your pocket,
Never let it fade away!
Catch a falling star an’ put it in your pocket,
Save it for a rainy day!
For love may come an' tap you on the shoulder,
Some starless night!

One minute you've got a lucky star watching over you and the next instant it's done a bunk.

Nobody can be lucky all the time,
so when your luck deserts you in some fashion
don't think you've been abandoned in your prime,
but rather that you're saving up your ration.

Somebody has to go polish the stars,
They're looking a little bit dull.
Somebody has to go polish the stars,
For the eagles and starlings and gulls
Have all been complaining they're tarnished and worn,
They say they want new ones we cannot afford.
So please get your rags
And your polishing jars,
Somebody has to go polish the stars.

Jack Benny: Where's that big glass star I told you to pack away last Christmas?

I saw a star slide down the sky
Blinding the north as it went by
Too buring and too quick to hold
Too lovely to be bought or sold
Good only to make wishes on
And then forever to be gone

So when at times the mob is swayed
To carry praise or blame too far,
We may choose something like a star
To stay our minds on and be staid.