i never make any money...i only scribble on sheets of paper
i'm in the middle of exasperation...i break down
i never guess the right numbers...it always ends up a variation
i'm in a tizzy from anticipation...i break down

i acknowledge money spent...see no profit...blow the rent
all the money's gone...nothing to show
winning combo...what i lack...its alarming...out of whack
losing all my dough...nothing to show
oh..its dirty dealing...nothing to show...nothing to show

i have dreams...pick up a check and get me a limousine
buy a house and move from here
oh what a gas to finally get away
i have dreams...come true today...come true today...come true today
(but it don't)

i chose three, four, five six, seven
twas eight, nine, ten, twelve, eleven
i chose three, four, five six, seven
twas eight, nine, ten, twelve, eleven
i chose three, four, five six, seven
twas eight, nine, ten, twelve, eleven

got to be a way...to make a fortune
got to be a way...but none are known
but i'll keep trying till i die...cause i still think its gonna fly

golden numbers will arise...ones that take the highest prize
yes, i'll keep trying till i die...cause i still think its gonna fly

boy, they make you tarry and wait...tarry and wait...a long time
boy, they make you tarry and wait...tarry and wait...a long time

i never tire of the thrill, though
i know some day there'll be jubilation
but as for now there is no celebration...i break down

oh yeah...alright
will i ever live out my dreams ?...i might

love to...love to...love to...love to
love to...love to...love to...love to

but in the end...the cash i stake
ain't equal to the cash i make