Lyrics by Lawrence M. Lesser
Sung to the tune of “The Gambler” by Don Schlitz
On a warm summer’s evenin’ on a train bound for nowhere,
I met up with a gambler — we were both too tired to sleep.
So he told me how he planned winnin’ lottery prizes
‘Til, as a math teacher, I just had to speak:
“Son, you track those draws, you say ya got a system —
You call some numbers ‘hot’, you deem others ‘due’;
But I insist, they each have the same chance —
If you’re gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta know what’s true!”
You gotta know when you pick ‘em, what’s superstition.
Know what is strategy and know when there’s none!
You never try to learn this at the Seven-Eleven —
Take the time right now for learnin’ when the singin’s done!
Now all sets of numbers are equally unlikely,
More rare than death by lightning, still there’s somethin’ you should know;
If you should happen to win that big jackpot,
You’ll win more money if you picked it all alone!
So avoid those numbers that more folks are playin’:
Like sevens and birthdays and sequences, too.
‘Til this song gets famous, you’ll have the advantage —
Maybe you’ll thank me with a share of your loot!”