Lotto Paradise

There's a store
At the end of a row of houses
Everyone knows where Chow's is
Everyone goes there for ice
And for milk, and for
Choc'late and chips and tobacco
Flowers and candles and canned goods
And the lotto paradise

Hey Billy!
Get yourself down to the corner
Walk and don't run that's an order
Hey wouldn't it be nice
If we win
We'll go down south of the border
Now go get a ticket for mama
On the Lotto Paradise

I was six, and
My brother Larry eleven
He broke his leg in the coal chute
I had to do all his chores
There was one thing
That I thought was better than heaven
When mama reached under the bed and
Said Billy, go down to the store

Hey Billy!
Get yourself down to the corner
Walk and don't run that's an order
Hey wouldn't it be nice
If we win
We'll go down south of the border
Now go get a ticket for mama
On the Lotto Paradise

There's a store
At the end of a row of houses
I been there since I first wore trousers
I'll go there til I go no more
They sell ice
And choc'late and chips and tobacco
Tickets that don't take you nowhere
On the Lotto Paradise