We’re on the winning side now, my champions,
destined for increase, strength, rude health, and laurels.
Sure, the car might not start, and the temperature
might keep us down for a day, or longer,
yes, the wicked one, or even the cops,
may lay in wait, but no matter. Without fail
more light is coming into this world of ours.
The game is done, bet on black, or ride on red,
it’s all good, good green, from now on, bursting
into every pocket, straining at the seams.
Sit back and accept your due recompense
for hanging around past the finish pole.
We’ve well and truly won. Were we to rot,
At this point, victory would rise from the spot.