The neighborhood has changed since then
The numbers runner was once and when
You'd dream and play with hope you'd win
Jackpot, your rich, your number came in
Bet you would, pick 3 your game
The Bolitero, Cheo his name
Would jot down your lucky number
The ones you dreamn't while you did slumber
The Chino in the newspaper
Carmelita my aunt would solve the caper
Scrutinizing the curves on this cartoon
Finding several numbers, she'd play before noon
Unlike the lottery of today
Where Uncle Sam also gets paid
You'd keep your winnings less 10 percent
The Bolitero, his take and no nonsense
The prizes now have grown to millions
Each state now has it's own gazillions
Yet somehow it fails to rate the same today
Hitting the number back in the day
