| Lyrics: | (McPherson/Foreman)
I am the bringer of your wishes,
Your saviour from doing
work,
The washer of your dishes,and
You'll still get you mid-day perk.
Estate
agent,
Your mansion and pot of gold,
All the home comforts,
Before you're getting
tired and old.
One more try,
Try to get what you've never had,
Five more
bob,
For the whole world that can't be bad.
We can't all win,
Look it's
happening,
The future's looking not so bleak,
A thousand winners every week.
A
thousand winners every week.
So when you hear me coming,
Along halls and up the
stairs,
Get the black teapot,
In the cupboard, under chairs,
Forget all your wives
tales,
Or forecasts and dividends,
E.R.N.I.E. feels vibrations,
Only pays out to
trusting friends.
One more try,
Try to get what you've never had,
Five more
bob,
For the whole world that can't be bad.
We can't all win,
Look it's
happening,
The future's looking not so bleak,
A thousand winners every week.
A
thousand winners every week.
Keep your hand on the bottle,
And your eyes glued upon
the set,
When the score cards come up,
Could be you for the big one next.
Publicity,
no thank you,
On the front page of the currant bun,
They think you stink,
But in the
pub you'll be number one.
One more try,
Try to get what you've never had,
Five
more bob,
For the whole world that can't be bad.
We can't all win,
Look it's
happening,
The future's looking not so bleak,
A thousand winners every week.
A
thousand winners every week.
A thousand winners every week.
A thousand winners every week |
