Tekst Utworu

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (Oh, yeah) oh, yeah (Oh, yeah) oh, yeah I'm gonna win the lottery, a dollar down you wait and see Ping-Pong balls speak to me, exacto match numerically I'll be flying when I enter the lotto redemption center Get calls from new family members, it's a shame I never met ya Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (Play now, play now) (How you're gonna do it?) Get 'em easy, no jerk, call the Psychic Network Dial 800, she will say, "What's the way to San Jose?" I am just a common fella, let me talk to the fortune-teller Crystal ball, what you gotto? Pick me six for my lotto I'm gonna win, I'm gonna win, I'm gonna win the lottery Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (Oh, yeah) oh, yeah (Oh, yeah) what you gonna buy? I'm gonna get a brand-new car, with stereo TV and bar Fax and email, cellular, room to crank up my guitar Do not say that you ain't able to fit in my billiard table Then the sauna, then the cable, backseat is a polo stable Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (Oh brother, oh brother) (Tell me more) A new house for my wife, we've been dreaming all our lives Six blocks long, 40 acre spread, have to take a cab from the bath to the bed My wife thinks of her family, a woman of generosity That's okay I dig her mother, bribe the judge, parole her brother I'm gonna win, I'm gonna win, I'm gonna win the lottery Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (Oh, yeah) oh, yeah (Oh, yeah) procreation Now I got the dough to feed 'em, I'm gonna get to work and breed 'em Their dad is a high roller, Porshe engine in their stroller I'm gonna find a charity, people who took care of me Cancer and Alzheimer's, money well spent no social climber I'm gonna win, I'm gonna win, I'm gonna win the lottery Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah I'm gonna win, I'm gonna win, I'm gonna win the lottery Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah I'm gonna win, I'm gonna win, I'm gonna win the lottery (You?) That's right (Us?) What? (Get to work) one dollar down, buy me a dream New car, new house (oh, brother) Baby, that's for you You'll probably party with those losers all the time I'm gonna prank your freakin' ass
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