They said that I'd won the postal lotto, there you go,
now life's not so bad after all, no more tales of woe;
I bought love, admiration, not so many snide remarks,
if you wag my tail, the grinning dog surely barks.

I smoke twenty a day, that's a cool sixteen dollars,
do a jig, grin at photo, kick the dog till it hollers;
scenarios emerge, like what you do knowing going to die,
might be gay, they say don't know what it's like till you try.

Of course, that doesn't always cost but you'll do it my way,
I have new 'levers' now, not lovers, get out of the day;
I joined a snooty club but it was better back in the pub,
you can't buy class, Monaco flat not enough - there's the rub.

There was another knock on the door, a terrible mistake,
it's not possible but would you believe, want the money bake.