Quinella Holiday

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 quinella comes in today If the quinella comes in today The day is late and the race is run A full weeks wages and a lot's been done 'Cause the meeting is over and the crowd has thinned In the game of chance, the dice has rolled it's spin Another long week, lady luck makes it plain His dreams and his hopes are dashed in vain In the final shout now, as they call his name His tickets lie like scattered leaves out on that asphalt plain If the quinella comes in today And if the quinella comes in today And if the quinella Looking around for the moment that's 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 quinella comes in today If the quinella comes in today If the quinella