Tekst piosenki
The management said they were sorry For the inconvenience you are suffering And Mr. Booking Agent, please have mercy Don't book the jobs so far apart We went up to Griffith Park With a fifth of Johnny Walker Red And smashed it on a rock and wept While the old couple looked on into the dark Oh, Richard, tell me if it's poker Oh, Richard, tell me, who's got the joker and is it poker Deuces wild, like an only child I'll see what you got. How much is in the pot You pay the tips and I'll collect the chips It's a full house tonight -- everybody in town is a loser Yeah, you bet The dealer's been dealing me bad hands From the bottom of the deck without the slightest blush And I don't know whether to call or check But right now I feel like I got a royal flush And my lady didn't show from 'Frisco But we had to go on with the show Everybody got stoned -- it was a gas, it was a smash Everybody got wrecked, checked. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, Belfast cowboy, lay your cards on the grade Oh, Belfast cowboy, can you call a spade a spade Oh, Richard, tell me, is the game poker I can't understand who the fool is that holds this joker Is it poker Oh, Belfast Cowboy, lay your cards down on the table Oh, Belfast Cowboy, do you think you're able
