Million little faces staring at you

Put your hands in your pockets pull out a coin or two

Get back to the job of the day

Which is all about winning you're gonna lose anyway

Winning I'm winning winning I ****** I'm winning I'm winning

There's a thing and it's called thief

And they're mistaken in their belief

That possession is everything and I'm going to win

And there's the friendly old state police

Whose job it is to keep the peace

And I don't know how they're gonna do it

They talk about winning they're gonna break it

Winning I'm winning now I've ****** I'm winning I'm winning

And sometimes there's a choice to make

Roundabouts and swings aren't my favorite things