Ant Smith



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.