Dry your eyes pretty girl
I just got news from the outside world
I dont know how they got our names
But yesterday this letter came:
Mr. and mrs. resident dweller, your lucky number is
You may already be a winner
Ive suspected this for years
Still in all its good to hear
Theyre pulling for us in the post
To you my dear, I raise this toast
A house of our dreams, an el dorado, a ten-speed blender
You may already be a winner
Now Ive never counted my chickens before theyre hatched
And I know there is always a catch
But Ive felt from the start that our hearts were the perfect match
I know youre tired of the same old dress
I know the cars been repossessed
I know this house is just a shack
But theres this love we cant hold back
Would you like a beer with your tv dinner?
Oh, my darling, you may already be a winner