Quinella Holiday Lyrics - Midnight Oil

The bar was crowded in the arvo din 

And the voices got higher and higher 

For the man at the back with the tickets in his hat 

He would have to do more than aspire to 

A place with some light on the sand near a beach 

A place near some green running water 

Place on the hill with a view of the sea 

And the cooking was done by his daughter 

If the quinella comes in today 

The day is late and the race is run 

A full weeks wages and the lots been done 

'cause the meeting is over and the crowd has thinned 

In the game of chance the dice has rolled it's spin 

Another long week, lady luck makes it plain 

His dreams and his hopes are dashed in vain 

In the final shout as they call his name 

His tickets lie like scattered leaves out on that asphalt plain 

Looking around for the moment that's right 

Lottery life well the numbers are tight 

As they try one more pull on the handle too late 

He thinks of what could be it sticks in his throat