Leonard's Numbers (Coat of Many Colors, Dolly Parton)

"Is that why you're here, Lenny? Is it because of the numbers? Did they do something to you? Because I think they did something to me. I think they turned me into a jinx - bad news to everyone around me. And when I tell people I think I'm the cause they, they, they look at me like I'm nuts. They don't believe me. But I know, ever since I won the lottery with those numbers." - Hurley, Numbers

No matter where Hurley goes, he can't seem to get away from the curse of his numbers. He doesn't seem aware yet of the connection between those numbers and the Candidates; if he figures it out, I wonder if that will shake his allegiance to Jacob... Here's a reflection from Hurley around the time of the season one finale, to the tune of Dolly Parton's Coat of Many Colors.

Leonard’s Numbers

Since I’ve been here, I’ve been wonderin’ once again,
What would my life be like today
If I hadn’t spent that time at Santa Rosa
And heard the numbers I’d go on to play?
Or what if I’d used those numbers some other day or week?
Or when I stepped on that deck, what if I’d had a trim physique?
I can’t seem to stop “what if”-ing, for, despite my piles of dough,
Because I echoed Leonard’s numbers, I’m wallowing in woe.

First I lost my grandpa Tito from a massive heart attack
Because I echoed Leonard’s numbers, and I wish I had him back.
My girlfriend and my buddy hooked up, and I was down,
And I just stared in helpless horror as Ma’s new house burned to the ground.

I echoed Leonard’s numbers, ’cause he drilled them into me.
I was better off when I lived in poverty.
No matter where I go now, I invite catastrophe
Since I echoed Leonard’s numbers to win the lottery.

I would trade in all my riches to have some peace of mind.
Since I echoed Leonard’s numbers, that’s been so hard to find!
Oh, I just can’t seem to shake them, and it’s pretty plain to see
The effects of Leonard’s numbers will always follow me.
I’ve long since memorized the sequence, and I was crushed to catch
Just a glimpse of it again on Sayid’s map and on the hatch.
Though I think Danielle believed me when I told her of the curse
That is attached to Leonard’s numbers, John’s reaction was far worse.

Yeah, I screamed for him to stop, but he ignored my panicked plea,
And soon I bet he’ll wish he’d have lent an ear to me
‘Cause no matter where I go now, I bring along catastrophe
Since I echoed Leonard’s numbers to win the lottery.
Oh, woe is me!

Fried Chicken (White Christmas, Irving Berlin)

From the beginning, one of my favorite characters on LOST has been Hurley, who's ever so much more huggable than the island's former resident polar bear. I don't even mind admitting I have a bit of a crush on him. So please don't think this song from his perspective - to the tune of White Christmas - is written with any mean-spirited intent...

Fried Chicken

I hate to whine, but
My face turns green
Whenever Jin comes my way.
I'll pass on raw fish today
And always, if that's okay.
And, dude, those berries and bits of boar
Aren't the meals that I'm longing for.

I'm dreaming of some fried chicken
Just like I used to eat before
When I lost no slumber
From evil numbers
That plucked me from being poor.

I'm dreaming of some fried chicken
With mashed potatoes on the side.
May a rescue come with the tide,
And may all my dinners be deep-fried.

When I lost no slumber
From evil numbers
That plucked me from being poor...

I'm dreaming of some fried chicken
With mashed potatoes on the side.
May a rescue come with the tide,
And may all my dinners be deep-fried.