The bar was crowded in the arvo din and the voices got higher and
  higher
  For the man at the back with the tickets in his hat,
  He would have to do more than aspire to
  A place with some light on the sand near a beach,
  A place near some green running water
  Place on the hill with a view of the sea
  And the cooking was done by his daughter
  
  If the quinella comes in today
  If the quinella comes in today
  
  The day is late and the race is run
  A full weeks wages and the lots been done
  'Cos the meeting is over and the crowd has thinned
  Another long week, lady luck makes it plain
  His dreams and hopes are dashed in vain
  In the final shout as they call his name
  His tickets lie like scattered leaves out on that asphalt plain
  
  Looking around for the moment that's right
  Lottery life well, the numbers are tight
  As they try one more pull on the handle too late
  He thinks of what could be it sticks in his thread
  
  If the quinella comes in today
  If the quinella comes in today