(Lyrics) It’s his lucky day, thats a given He’ll tick the box on the slip, and then just watch and learn He’s not addicted, he can stop anytime But this is gonna pay, he feels it this one’ll be fine This time I know Im gonna smash the bet 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 Then cash that cash, when the ref has said My mates out, his pads a mess Its getting late, I’ve not dashed yet The question I have to ask myself Is can I see us not battering them? If I cant see that, happening then Im gonna put all my money down on one fat bet Now I dont know the first thing about football But my instincts tell me this is my windfall It’s his lucky day, thats a given He’ll tick the box on the slip, and then just watch and learn He’s not addicted, he can stop anytime But this is gonna pay, he feels it this one’ll be fine This time I know I woulda cashed the lot I woulda held in my hand the whole jackpot The games won, the ends have a swap 2-0 up they’re getting mashed up But I wont win now, the chance flopped Cause I couldnt make it to the damn shop Might aswell put tea in that pot Ive got nowhere else I have to bop The question I have to ask one Is how I managed, not to manage the trot Maybe I could phone in and slap it on Put all my money on a mid-match one Yes, I dont know the first thing about football But my instincts tell me this is my windfall It’s his …