If dreams were chocolate I ‘d be really fat
Dreams of riches and what we could buy.
A new house and car, we could learn to fly.
Get our own plane; head off to the sun,
take all of our friends for two weeks of fun.
When we return we’ll party all night,
no job to wake up for what a delight.
We could go where we want and spend what we like.
We’ll even buy Granny a brand new bike.
Back down to earth with a bump it would seem,
the past five minutes have been just a dream.
Six little numbers just didn’t come out.
We’ll dream again next week, same outcome no doubt.