Every day I close my eyes and I lie there in my bed,
Thinking what I could have done today and what I could have said.

Like how the French can be so bold,
Ignoring what we say.
All they do is make sure we're told,
'You'll not be betting here today'.

Well, not at those odds.

Or how the Dutch can stand up and sing,
The virtues of monopoly.
It's clearly not the one we want,
Just a load of utter folly.

Hours pass and still I find
It difficult to sleep.
I live in hope that one day soon
My thoughts won't be so deep.

If only people could feel my pain,
And sign for right2bet.
Maybe I could close my eyes,
And dream the dreams I want to dream.