The bar was crowded in the arvo din and the voices got higher and higher
For the man at the back with the tickets in his hat,
He would have to do more than aspire to
A place with some light on the sand near a beach,
A place near some green running water
Place on the hill with a view of the sea
And the cooking was done by his daughter
If the guinella comes in today
If the guinella comes in today
The day is late and the race is run
A full week’s wages, and the lot’s been done
The meeting is over and the crowd has thinned
In the game of chance the dice has rolled its spin
Another long week, lady luck makes it plain
His dreams and his hopes are dashed in vain
In the final shout as they call his name
His tickets lie like scattered leaves out on that asphalt plain
If the guinella comes in today
If the guinella comes in today
Looking around for the moment thats right
Lottery life well, the numbers are tight
As they try one more pull on the handle too late
He thinks of what could be, it sticks in his throat
If the guinella comes in today
If the guinella comes in today