Not Addicted

The Streets

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    It's his lucky day, thats a given
    He'll tick the box on the slip, and then just watch and learn
    He's not addicted, he can stop anytime
    But this is gonna pay, he feels it this one'll be fine
    This time I know I'm gonna smash the bet
    I foresee it smacked in the back of the net
    Men grip slips, wipe their hands that sweat
    The camera pans the away fans end
    Twenty quid for blues to thrash the reds
    Then cash that cash, when the ref has said
    My mates out, his pads a mess
    it'sgetting late, I've not dashed yet
    The question I have to ask myself
    Is can I see us not battering them?
    If I cant see that, happening then
    Im gonna put all my money down on one fat bet
    Now I dont know the first thing about football
    But my instincts tell me this is my windfall
    It's his lucky day, thats a given
    He'll tick the box on the slip, and then just watch and learn
    He's not addicted, he can stop anytime
    But this is gonna pay, he feels it this one'll be fine
    This time I know I woulda cashed the lot
    I woulda held in my hand the whole jackpot
    The games won, the ends have a swap
    2-0 up they're getting mashed up
    But I wont win now, the chance flopped
    Cause I couldnt make it to the damn shop
    Might aswell put tea in that pot
    Ive got nowhere else I have to bop
    The question I have to ask one
    Is how I managed, not to manage the trot
    Maybe I could phone in and slap it on
    Put all my money on a mid-match one
    Yes, I dont know the first thing about football
    But my instincts tell me this is my windfall
    It's his lucky day, thats a given
    He'll tick the box on the slip, and then just watch and learn
    He's not addicted, he can stop anytime
    But this is gonna pay, he feels it this one'll be fine
    Shit, I'm mad glad I didn't back that match
    Suppose to be an unproblematic catch
    Full time the whistle blasted after
    The last passer, passed the last pass
    Would you believe how we fell back
    Three goals lost in the last half
    So glad I was stranded back at the flat
    Wincing at every goal we let em have
    The question I now have to ask
    Is how the fuck did we get smashed that bad?
    I just very, very nearly, nearly
    Lost every penny of all my cash
    Yes, I dont know the first thing about football
    And my instincts almost led me to a pitfall
    It's his lucky day, that was barmy
    He didn't tick the box on the slip, and what a relief
    He's not addicted, he can stop anytime
    But next time he will be more lucky, next time he'll be fined
    (x2)
    I need to rethink the technique of my betting shit
    Maybe change the parameters a little bit
    Instead of betting on to win the football
    I'll bet to lose the cricket

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    Composición: Michael Skinner

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