City bright lights
Tempt my money
Might lose the shirt of my back
Sometimes lucky
Sometimes down
Sometimes I can’t take the flack

City bright lights
Day of labour
Further day in the freezing rain
Gambling city
Like a loser
Another night of hurt and pain

Chorus
Dreams are made of
Winning always
I might buy or I might sell
Give me a reason
To change my life style
And I might tell you
To go to hell

City bright lights
Up in the sky
On a high without a shot
Feel like a winner
What dreams are made of
Tonight I’m lucky and hot