Lyr Req: Millionaire / Winning Dream

Subject: Lyr Req: Lottery Song
From: alison
Date: 23 Mar 06 - 07:35 AM

anyone know the words to this one?

It starts..........

"It was early Friday morning as I cycled into town,
the front wheel it was wobbling, the mudguard falling down........"

thanks

slainte

alison

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Lottery Song
From: Sorcha
Date: 23 Mar 06 - 09:29 AM

Alison, it's posted at Chiff and Fipple. Couple of versions.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Lottery Song
From: Sorcha
Date: 24 Mar 06 - 10:27 AM

Oh Alison......

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Lottery Song
From: alison
Date: 24 Mar 06 - 04:55 PM

thank you very much Sorcha

slainte

alison

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Lottery Song
From: Sorcha
Date: 24 Mar 06 - 09:38 PM

OK...glad you picked it up.

Subject: Lyr Add: THE MILLIONAIRE
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 25 Mar 06 - 11:22 PM

Lyrics copied from The Chiff and Fipple Forum:

THE MILLIONAIRE

'Twas early Friday mornin' as I cycled into town.
The front wheel it was wobblin' and the mud guard fallin' down.
The two legs of me trousers were held up with bits of twine,
And a pension book was telling me a pint would soon be mine.

"How are you, Mr. Murphy?" said the postal clerk to me.
"Not too bad," says I, "for a man of seventy-three.
The fox came to me house last night and stole me only duck."
"Buy a lottery ticket," she says. "It might change your luck."

Well, I took the little girl's advice and I gave to her a pound.
Outside I scratched me ticket with the penknife I had found.
Well, I nearly dropped me trousers and I grew a head of hair
When I realized I was a bloody millionaire.

No more hay or turf to save, no more feedin' calves.
One kick from me big boot and the bike was in two halves.
I headed for the local. Sure I was feeling great,
And friends I never knew I had came in to celebrate.

Not long after that, I had a new suit on me back,
A new red car outside the door with a telephone on the rack.
Me wife was wearing a blonde wig where her gray head used to be,
And the Wellington tracks had disappeared from just below her knee.

I sat there admiring the new dress that she wore.
A lovely set of teeth she had installed the day before.
I held her oh so tightly like when I was a groom,
And we looked rich and graceful as we waltzed around the room.

Well, then I got an awful shock. I thought I'd nearly die.
I spied my ugly missus as I opened up one eye,
With rollers in her old grey head she nearly made me sick.
"Get up and milk the cows," she says, "you ravin' lunatic."

It was then I realized that it was all a dream.
The cow was lowing in the field and the cat was at the cream.
Our bike was threw along the hedge. Me trousers had a shine.
'Twas lovely while it lasted, that winnin' dream of mine.

[Track 19 on "Music at Matt Molloy's," Real World CD #2324, 1993.]

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Lottery Song
From: The Fooles Troupe
Date: 26 Mar 06 - 11:36 PM

The crusty old Aussie farmer won a million dollars. When asked what he would do with it, replied "Keep farming till it's all gone".

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Lottery Song
From: Bob Bolton
Date: 27 Mar 06 - 03:00 AM

G'day Alison,

You should get Allen Davis to learn shorthand ... or tote a recorder - then he could get down Chris Poleson's version - one Monday Night Session.

Regards,

Bob

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Lottery Song
From: alison
Date: 27 Mar 06 - 05:51 PM

Hi bob
Eric had it written down(courtesy of chris I assume) - but with handwriting that bad he should have been a doctor!!

slainte

alison

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Millionaire / Lottery Song
From: GUEST,Ange
Date: 29 Jan 09 - 07:55 PM

the front wheel it was wobbling and the mudgueards falling down, the two legs on me trousers were ties up with bits of twine and a pension book kept telling me a pint would soon be mine!

Subject: Lyr Add: MY WINNING DREAM
From: GUEST,Ange
Date: 12 Nov 09 - 11:26 AM

My Winning Dream

'Twas early Friday mornin' as I cycled into town.
The front wheel it was wobblin' and the mud guard fallin' down.
The two legs on me trousers were tied up with bits of twine,
And a pension book was telling me a pint would soon be mine.

"Howya , Mr. Murphy?" said the postal clerk to me.
"Not too bad," says I, "for a man of seventy-three.
The fox came to me house last night and stole me only duck."
"Buy a lottery ticket," she says. "It might change your luck."

Well, I took the little girl's advice and I gave to her a pound.
Outside I scratched me ticket with the penknife I had found.
Well, I nearly dropped me trousers and I grew a head of hair
When I realized I was a bloody millionaire.

No more hay or turf to save, no more feedin' calves.
One kick from me big boot and the bike was in two halves.
I headed for the local. Sure I was feeling great,
And friends I never knew I had came in to celebrate.

Not long after that, I had a new suit on me back,
A new red car outside the door with a telephone on the rack.
The ould wife was wearing a blonde wig where her gray head used to be,
And the Wellington tracks had disappeared from just below her knee.

I sat there admiring the new dress that she wore.
A lovely set of teeth she had installed the day before.
I held her oh so tightly like when I was a groom,
And we looked rich and graceful as we waltzed around the room.

Twas then I got an awful shock. I thought I'd nearly die.
I spied my ugly missus as I opened up one eye,
With rollers in her old grey head she nearly made me sick.
"Get up and milk the cows," she says, "you ravin' lunatic."

It was then I realized that it was all a dream.
The cow was lowing in the yard and the cat was at the cream.
Our bike was strewn in the hedge. Me trousers had a shine.
ah but twas lovely while it lasted, that winnin' dream of mine.