Cliff Richard - The Gambling Song Lyrics
The wheels forever spinningThe dice are thrown and scatterThe words are all of winningBut only numbers matterWe bet on our existenceWell last another roundThe lucky go the distanceThe losers go to groundFrom birth to death we gambleThe lots are daily castNo warning or preambleWhich one will be your lastThere is a great comfort in pure hatredFor envys not enough, not enoughThe soothing joy of maliceIs made of sterner stuff, sterner stuffThe failure of a fatherThe torment of a sonIs a recipe to justifyThe worst that could be doneHell destroy us unless we call a haltShould the bastard steal our birthrightIt will be our faultThe race is won by cunningA terrifying danceToo complex in the runningTo leave it all to chanceBut chance is all were givenSo chances we must takeThe gamblers stake is drivenThrough hearts that dare not breakBut all save one are brokenAs fatal points are scoredAnd one surviving tokenHolds sway across the boardTheres a moment when the games balanceTilts the other way, the other wayWhen the odds begin to favourOutsiders in the play, in the playThe failure of incumbentsThe sleazy tricks they useMean that those who think they callThe tune can only loseDeal the cards, it wont matter how they fallBecause nothing is a gamble when you want it all
