Chester road to Caloma
Brought home all the gold he found
Buried it under the floorboards
When no one was around
Slept with one eye open
Checkin on his prize
That gold shone deep at no one
Till the day he died
Everybody needs the numbers
Everybody needs that piece of gold in the ground
Everybody needs something to hold on to
Everybody needs something to hold on to
Joey works the door at Rios
Gonna be a new coin millionaire
He'll try again on Monday
When the paychecks clear
Penny pumps on the station
We're clued up on the news
When the stock hits ten, we'll ride again
Gonna clean out all them fools
Everybody needs the numbers
Everybody needs that piece of gold in the ground
Everybody needs something to hold onto
Everybody needs something to hold onto
Take a chance
It's lucky you
All the stars are lining up
And your dreams are coming true
Bury a life that failed
In hopes of what may be
Buy a ticket
Now wait and see
Everybody needs the numbers
Though mores the shame if they come through
You lie at night with the gold held tight
But find the pain's still holding you
Everybody needs something to hold on to
Everybody needs something to hold on to
Everybody needs something to hold on to