I Dream Of Being Charlie Bucket

Set the scene,
Of an unfortunate,
The eyes turn green,
Slim chances he has of winning more of it.

And every week,
Emerging from his slumbers,
Taking to the street,
Down to the corner store to play the favorite numbers.

Big aspirations he raves to the family,
A chance of a lifetime if we win it,
They all laugh cause they don't see,
That piece of paper is his golden ticket.

Just maybe you feel lucky,
All that's gone wrong can end up alright,
As wealthy as you want to be,
Chances have increased cause you've been struck by lighting twice.

Statistics are better left to the mathematicians,
In this game it's just luck of the draw,
And all the gamblers funky superstitions,
Watching carefully the dropping of those little white numbered balls.

Every week that prize purse,
Goes up another unspendable sum,
I see how crazy people get playing as if their cursed,
Which gets worse until someone has won.

I think everyone shares that particular dream,
Being in the right place at the right time,
Go running through the streets screaming,
The golden ticket is all mine.