Lotteryland - Richard Thompson, Danny Thompson

That’s the place I used to work

When I was a wild, young Turk

It’s now the museum of industry

School kids get in for free

Brickwork’s smell of rotten eggs

Rubber works poured out the dregs

Now it smells of Dettol and pee

Lotteryland’s the place to be

Where the steel mill used to stand

There’s a park in Lotteryland

Be a pram pusher on parole

Go windsurfing on the dole

They can put you right to sleep

Better than Brookside or The Street

It’s lucky numbers, one, two three

Lotteryland’s the place to be

We don’t care who runs the shop

Left wing, right wing, curse the lot

A million quid talks sense to me

Lotteryland’s the place to be

Now gone is dirt and gone is strife

And gone is struggle and gone is life

Shove it, mate, I’m busy, see

Lotteryland’s the place to be

Now we triple lock the doors

Streets are full of thieves and whores

In a padded cell eternity

Lotteryland’s the place to be

Lotteryland’s the place to be

Lotteryland’s the place to be