The names of the horses are ringing in my mind
Why are those pocket aces so very hard to find?
Why can’t Ronaldo always score the first goal?
Why can’t I get this gambling under control?
It started very small, with a lucky first win
Gambling was to me, like tonic was to gin.
The stakes they got higher, I surely couldn’t lose
When those horses raced, my body didn’t move.
The heart rate increases, the adrenaline explodes
As I watch the final fences, to see how it bodes
My fingers have no nails, they’re down to the bone
but the horse, it loses another payday blown.
Poker was another vice that never ended well
Beaten on the river, oh the stories I could tell.
But tomorrow will be better, I would always say
The bookie would agree, as he consoled his prey.
Tomorrow never came and my money, it is gone
Overdrafts, credit cards and debt is all that I own.
If only Annie Power had stayed steady on her feet
If only Liverpool and City could have avoided defeat.
I’m tired of ‘If Onlys’ and losing all my cash
I know I need help before the inevitable crash
But I’ve a tenner in my pocket and a tip from a ‘friend’
I’m off to the bookies and you know how this ends.