It's his lucky day, that's a given
He'll tick the box on the slip,
and then just watch and learn
He's not addicted, he can stop anytime
he feels it this one'll be fine
This time I know I'm gonna
I foresee it smacked in the back of the net
Men grip slips, wipe their hands that sweat
The camera pans the away fans end
Twenty quid for blues to thrash the reds
My mates out, his pads a mess
The question I have to ask myself
Is can I see us not battering them?
If I cant see that, happening then
I'm gonna put all my money
Now I don't know the first
It's his lucky day, that's a given
He'll tick the box on the slip,
and then just watch and learn
he feels it this one'll be fine
This time I know I woulda
I woulda held in my hand the
The games won, the ends have a swap
2- 0 up they're getting mashed up
But I wont win now, the chance flopped
Might as well put tea in that pot
The question I have to ask one
Maybe I could phone in and slap it on
Put all my money on a mid- match one
Yes, I don't know the first
But my instincts tell me this is my windfall
It's his lucky day, that's a given
He'll tick the box on the slip,
and then just watch and learn
He's not addicted, he can stop anytime
he feels it this one'll be fine
Shit, I'm mad glad I didn't
Suppose to be an unproblematic catch
Full time the whistle blasted after
Would you believe how we fell back
Three goals lost in the last half
So glad I was stranded back at the flat
Wincing at every goal we let em have
The question I now have to ask
Is how the fuck did we get
I just very, very nearly, nearly
Lost every penny of all my cash
Yes, I don't know the first
And my instincts almost led me to a pitfall
It's his lucky day, that was barmy
He didn't tick the box on the slip,
He's not addicted, he can stop anytime
But next time he will be more lucky,
I need to rethink the technique
Instead of betting on to win the football
I'll bet to lose the cricket