| That’s the place I used to work
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| When I was a wild, young Turk
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| It’s now the museum of industry
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| School kids get in for free
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| Brickwork’s smell of rotten eggs
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| Rubber works poured out the dregs
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| Now it smells of Dettol and pee
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| Lotteryland’s the place to be
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| Where the steel mill used to stand
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| There’s a park in Lotteryland
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| Be a pram pusher on parole
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| Go windsurfing on the dole
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| They can put you right to sleep
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| Better than Brookside or The Street
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| It’s lucky numbers, one, two three
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| Lotteryland’s the place to be
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| We don’t care who runs the shop
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| Left wing, right wing, curse the lot
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| A million quid talks sense to me
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| Lotteryland’s the place to be
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| Now gone is dirt and gone is strife
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| And gone is struggle and gone is life
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| Shove it, mate, I’m busy, see
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| Lotteryland’s the place to be
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| Now we triple lock the doors
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| Streets are full of thieves and whores
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| In a padded cell eternity
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| Lotteryland’s the place to be
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| Lotteryland’s the place to be
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| Lotteryland’s the place to be |