That's the place I used to work 
When I was a wild, young turk 
It's now the Museum of Industry 
Schoolkids get in for free 

Brickworks-smell of rotten eggs 
Rubber works poured out the dregs 
Now it smells of Dettol and pee 
Lotteryland's the place to be 

Where the steelmill used to stand 
There's a park in Lotteryland 
Be a pram-pusher on parole 
Go windsurfing on the dole 

They can put you right to sleep 
Better than Brookside or The Street 
It's lucky numbers, one, two three 
Lotteryland's the place to be 

We don't care who runs the shop 
Left wing, right wing, curse the lot 
A million quid talks sense to me 
Lotteryland's the place to be 

Now gone is dirt and gone is strife 
And gone is struggle and gone is life 
"Shove it, mate, I'm busy see" 
Lotteryland's the place to be 

Now we triple lock the doors 
Streets are full of thieves and whores 
In a padded cell eternity 
Lotteryland's the place to be 
Lotteryland's the place to be 
Lotteryland's the place to be