One Foot on the Bus

They say we're mad, and probably that's us. But every week

we climb on the bus. We're chasing wins that never quite land.

Still holding hope with a pint in our hand. Connor plays it safe,

through and through. He's there at Jacksons bringing the doom. And though the

boy goes betting non-stop. His risky slips all end with a flop.

So we keep trying, trying, drinking our beer. It's true that

our luck is not really here. But give us half a chance and it can

still reappear. Oh, one foot on the bus. Oh,