I have mate who gambles but not on dog or horse.
And if his wife finds out, she’ll surely cry 'divorce!'

He keeps his gambling secret and has an account on the net.
And when he’s got some spare change, he goes in to place a bet.

He tells his wife he's drinking with mates in the city.
But they're just 'round the corner with twenty in a kitty.

He tells tall tales of times he missed a multi- 'just by one!'
For him gambling is a pastime and a major source of fun.

My mate is a sporting tragic and terrible with bat and ball.
He loves to put on multi's and his odds are never small.

He’s an avid follower of all sports but his favourite is the cars.
And if a big one ever gets up, he claims he’ll buy the Waratahs.

He’s an expert team manager and can tell you all the player's names.
To him it’s not a worthwhile bet if it’s only on two games.

He lectures me on overs and the current form of each team.
But by the time the third leg’s up his multi has run out of steam.

He doesn’t like the pokies and stays away from the big house.
And keeps his winnings secret in an account from his spouse.

He places a lot of bets down, but his winners are quite rare.
To him a $1.80 bet is neither here nor there.

He talks about a sweet spot where the price is nice and thick.
He’s always knows the longest odds and fixes it in quick.

For my mate sport is betting and betting is a sport.
And when his multi misses out- beer is his final comfort.