Lyrics

[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