(written on the day of the first UK National Lottery draw, 19 November 1994)
Have you bought your ticket yet?
There’s not much time to go.
If you don’t go and place your bet
Your fortune you’ll never know.
Forty million tickets sold
All unique in combination.
Forty million, young and old,
With hope and imagination.
What would you do with your reward?
Blow it on a trip or boat?
Or spend a little, the balance hoard
For a rainy day, and gloat?
First things first, get your coupon
Go and join the lengthening queue.
Get the car out, get your coat on.
The lottery girl’s just waiting for you.
Don’t worry about the others buying
They just have one chance as well.
But smiling Elsie, she was lying –
She’s bought twenty, can’t you tell?
They say the British are impatient
Queueing’s not their strongest suit.
Some jostle, some look vacant
Others chatter, some compute.
What’s the odds of winning millions?
How many thousand did you say?
If not won, it goes up to billions
We’ll have to queue another day.
But think of charities, and the cause
Sport’s budget will be defended
The arts will bloom from your hopeful scores
Or from your few pounds expended.
The heady moment at last arrives
Noel Edmonds the man with the news.
Soon we’ll know the winning fives
And millions will get the blues.
But someone will win, that’s for sure
Some lucky souls will jump for joy.
The rest of us will pain endure
And go back to our dull employ.
The happy winner’s face we’ll see
Grinning from ear to ear.
No ‘X for no publicity’
Your fifteen minutes’ fame is here.
As we tramp through sodden streets
Our daily crust to earn
The lucky devil’s on a beach
Without a care, or concern.
What’s the point, I hear you say
A waste of money, this Camelot.
But I bet you’ll queue another day
Dreaming of a wealthy plot.