Full time the whistle blasted after
But I wont win now, the chance flopped
Oh, the question I have to ask myself
He'll tick the box on the slip and then just watch and learn
Maybe change the parameters a little bit
Instead of betting on to win the football
But my instincts tell me this is my windfall
But this is gonna pay, he feels it this one'll be fine
But this is gonna pay, he feels it this one'll be fine
I woulda held in my hand the whole jackpot
It's his lucky day, that's a given
If I can't see that happening then
Suppose to be an unproblematic catch
But next time he will be more lucky, next time he'll be fined
Wincing at every goal we let 'em have
Lost every penny of all my cash
I foresee it smacked in the back of the net
Then cash that cash, when the ref has said
He didn't tick the box on the slip and what a relief
Men grip slips, wipe their hands that sweat
I've got nowhere else I have to bop
The camera pans the away fans end
The last passer, passed the last pass
Might as well put tea in that pot
I just very, very nearly, nearly
He'll tick the box on the slip and then just watch and learn
He's not addicted, he can stop anytime
He's not addicted, he can stop anytime
Two nil up, they're getting mashed up
He didn't tick the box on the slip and what a relief
The question I now have to ask
The question I have to ask one
This time I know I'm gonna smash the bet
It's his lucky day, that's a given
I'm gonna put all my money down on one fat bet
Is how I managed, not to manage the trot
Three goals lost in the last half
It's his lucky day, that's a given
But next time he will be more lucky, next time he'll be fined
Its getting late, I've not dashed yet
He's not addicted, he can stop anytime
Yes, I don't know the first thing about football
But my instincts tell me this is my windfall
But this is gonna pay, he feels it this one'll be fine
This time I know I woulda cashed the lot
It's his lucky day, that was barmy
Is can I see us not battering them?
Put all my money on a mid-match one
Yes, I don't know the first thing about football
He's not addicted, he can stop anytime
Twenty quid for blues to thrash the reds
'Cause I couldn't make it to the damn shop
And my instincts almost led me to a pitfall
Oh shit, I'm mad glad I didn't back that match
It's his lucky day, that was barmy
He'll tick the box on the slip and then just watch and learn
He's not addicted, he can stop anytime
The games won, the ends have a swap
Now I don't know the first thing about football
Is how the fuck did we get smashed that bad?
So glad I was stranded back at the flat
My mate's out, his pads a mess
I need to rethink the technique of my betting shit
Maybe I could phone in and slap it on
Would you believe how we fell back
