| A gambler walked into a bar
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| With an octopus in a great big jar
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| Set it down and said to the bartender «tell you what»
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| «I'll bet you a couple of beers against two free hours of work around here
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| My friend can play any instrument you got»
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| Well the day was slow and the business light
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| And wouldn’t pick up til later that night
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| So the bartender scratched his head and said «why not»
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| So he walked up on that dark bandstand
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| Came back with a Flugelhorn in his hand
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| Put it down and said «OK play me something hot»
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| Then all of a sudden that jar began to shake
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| And the Octopus came slithering out like a great big wad of snakes
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| He grabbed that horn and rolled around
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| First on the bar then on the ground
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| And the bartender said «you lose» in a laughing voice
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| The gambler said «no, he’s just confused
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| It’s those three valves he’s seldom used
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| You see, a bugle is his instrument of choice»
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| Well the octopus and the gambler drank their beers
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| Then octopus crawled back in the jar with a burp everyone could hear
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| The bartender said «now don’t go away
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| I’ve got something that he can’t play»
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| Then he left for a minute and came back with a saxophone
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| The gambler said «double down this time»
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| And four more beers were set in a line
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| And the octopus crawled out and two beers were quickly gone
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| The patrons in the bar all gathered 'round
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| To see if that saxophone would emit a sound
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| Then he grabbed that sax and rolled around
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| First on the bar then on the ground
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| Till the bartender said «now do you wanna concede?»
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| The gambler said «he's just feelin' it out
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| And before he puts that thing in his mouth
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| He needs a minute or two to moisten up his reed»
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| The octopus crawled back inthe jar and the gambler drank his beers
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| The bartender all frustrated said «now wait a minute here!
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| I’ll bet you the deed to this whole bar
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| That slimely critter in that jar
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| Can’t play an instrument that I’ve got in the back
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| And if you lose the both of you
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| Will work for me doin' what I choose for the next six months
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| Now what do you say to that?»
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| And the gambler said «well buddy you’re on
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| Just bring out your sackbut or xylophone»
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| And the bartender said «oh it’s nothin' quite that trite»
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| And he went in the back and soon emerged
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| With the awful-est sound you ever heard
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| And laid down Great Highland Scottish bagpipes
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| Now the octopus must have thought those bagpipes glamorous
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| Because he caressed them in manner clearly amorous
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| Then they began to roll around
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| First on the bar then on the ground
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| Till the bartender said «I've got him this time, it’s true»
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| The gambler said «oh he’ll settle down
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| And play it when he stops foolin' around
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| And figures out that playin' it is ALL he’s gonna do»
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| The gambler and the octopus they were the best I swear
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| There was no other like them anywhere
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| The gambler and the octopus they were a winning pair
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| A straight royal flush could not compare
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| Well it wasn’t a fair bet cause the gambler cheated
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| Yeah the Octopus was a graduate of Julliard
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| And a member of the American Federation of Musicians
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| He was also President of the Charlie McCoy Fan Club
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| Now you can hear him every night playing in the Gamblers Bar down on Lower Broad
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| Hey bartender
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| Eight more beers for my little buddy
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| If you please |