| Danny was an old-time Bourbon Street barker
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| Who wanted the same as Charlie Parker
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| And always cued-up a ball
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| Thinking he was one rack away
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| But even when you run the table
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| The check still seems small
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| When it’s your last payday
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| The shallow pocket changer
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| Who always took advantage of strangers
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| Tried to make a five-grand grab
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| With a split second getaway
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| But he forgot that a bag of money
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| Ain’t worth much on a slab
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| When it’s your last payday
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| That line about luck just can’t be bought
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| You’re always lucky 'til you get caught
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| Trouble will find you, no need to look
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| And luck won’t help when they close the book
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| I know a lot of young fellas in here
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| Especially those on the highest tier
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| Still want to believe
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| That Santa comes in a sleigh
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| They’re right about the long white beard
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| But wrong about Christmas Eve
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| What’s Christmas, when it’s your last payday |