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