The other day I got a cleaner, so my house is very clean
But I can't say the same about my mind, when I saw you by the fruit machine
I noticed you when I walked in, leaning against the flashing lights
I could squeeze a pound in her tonight
I see guys come up to the fruit machine putting their pound coins in
But I don't need to see 3 cherries drop to know you're good looking
I see you got a mate with you, blonde like my German Beer
And a guy talking to you, but he's no threat, he is definitely a queer
His shirts more tight than a Jews wallet, not that we're raciest round here
Just small town boys, with big time views, with not a lot to fear
Anyway thoughts gone south when it needs to go west
And something goes north when I see you in that dress
Time goes so fast when looking at my dream
But now's the time to make my move towards the woman at the fruit machine
