Winners

When Stockton wins the lottery / Hooray Hooray

We’ll have another building for free / Hooray Hooray

All the men will work, for a week or two

And then you know

what they’re gonna do

They’ll be pissing on the

Likes of me and you

When the lottery comes to town.

They’ll get the royals to open it up / Hooray Hooray

And we should not believe our luck / Hooray Hooray

We’ll have our own monstrosity / On the corner of

 Prince Regent’s street

It’ll gleam, n it’ll sheen / n it’ll be real neat

When the lottery comes to town.

The queen will make a speech to us / Hooray, hooray

Her loyal subjects under foot / Hooray, Hooray

My husband and I couldn’t give a fuck

About your lives, / n how it’s tough

Your far too dirty n covered up in muck

You don’t speak my language, do you dears, you sound too rough

These doors, all shiny, will be staying firmly shut

For what’s inside is far too good

For people with your kind of luck

And by royal decree, this shrine is reserved for we

               When the lottery comes to town.

They act as if it’s understood / Hooray, Hooray

They can twist and turn our neighbourhood / Hooray, Hooray

It may not seem like very much / But we call it home

N we love it as such

So stop tearing all our favourite buildings down

               Don’t let the lottery fuck with your town.