Released on August 28, 2009

Thumbnail

[Verse 1]

Winning is so much fun she could be the

One with a lucky streak sign that broke the bleak

Layer of a surburban street, that leads to

Nowhere red roots[rooms?], paint-stripped shop fronts

Like a commercial pock-marked

Reminding her of the past like "x marks the spot" once

People on their own trip, they got to

Get places, need-to-know basis keep a

Straight face [?] with car horns ring out

Someone stole with traffic lights sing out

She keep walking, purse by her side

She head into an oasis shuffling of the light like

Winning is so much fun she could be

One of the lucky people, one of the ones that won

She as good as they come and the luck will come good

Rose in the pavement long as she in a haven

Taking a view, she looking for something to savour

Even though the odds clearly must act in her favour

It's about time they kicked in and repaid her

Yep, that is what is gonna happen today, sir

She looking for pay dirt to boost her paid work

Navy blue slacks, tucked in beige shirt

Fella in a fluoro vest must be council

Bumped her on her way through, young scoundrel

Barely looked back, she raised her hand up

Sympathetic shrug from an old bystander

Collects herself and carries on to the club

Where the big glass doors at the front open up

Winning is so much fun and she on the cusp of it

Step on the carpet that bring out her rush in it

Banality reality and now she departed it

Casablanca Ilsa Lund and she got a part in it


[Chorus]

Cleopatra, Indian dreaming

Gotta keep the heart of the golden goose beating

Lights are flashing, the machine is beaming

(It's a write your own race, the machines are beating)

Lake placid on acid, and the seas are heaving

Twisted symphony, keep believing

Last time a tenner flipped a thousand

How many tenners presented, but who's counting? (who's counting?)

Winning is so much fun, just one more

Let 'em run like the footsteps of a race horse

On the screen like a hypercolour musical score

Sign says it ain't a spectator sport

Bells ring, credit a bet win

Five kings, they zing past, they in sync (in sync)

So close, but don't land, but she don't blink

Hands back in her purse like she don't think


[Bridge 1]

Push the button

Push the button

Push the button

One more, one more, press the button

One more, one more, got a combo

One more, one more, the machines think

One more, one more

One more, one more, one

One more, one

Back to the haunt


[Bridge 2]

She listen to the wailing chorus

..that is all that is [?] on it (c'mon)

Now she reaching into her wallet (uh)

'Cos she know somewhere she got it (I got it)

They listen to the wailing chorus (sing it)

..that is all that is [?] on it (it's coming)

Now they reaching into their wallet (their wallet)

'Cos they know somewhere they got it (I got it)

Think


[Bridge 1]

Push the button

Push the button

Push the button

One more, one more, press the button

One more, one more, got a combo

One more, one more, the machines think

One more, one more

One more, one more, one

One more, one (push the button)


[Outro]

You're a fucking charismatic styling motherfucking dude

Yeah, yeah, I am

Take that

Take that with a bit of sangria

Drink that - Drink that compliment down