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Each Saturday night 

I sit by the telly, 

Sweat on my brow, 

Brain turned to jelly, 

Waiting for someone to send me a sign, 

Come on come on number 49 

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Five in a row, 

They dropped so quick, 

My hearts stopped twice, 

I’m starting to feel sick, 

Why is it taking so long to fall, 

That rotten little plastic ball.

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Time stands still, 

The ball descends, 

Down the tube and around the bends 

Coming to rest at the end of the line, 

Oh yes, oh yes it’s 49 

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I’m onto the phone to claim my prize, 

Pounds signs dance before my eyes, 

How much have I won? 

Book my flight to the beach, 

Four million winners !!! 

That’s £2 each 

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