Lyrics:

(lyrics by Jim Crichton) Aldo's standing at his table And he's wondering if he's able To pick the number right this time He watches as the wheel stops spinning Sees the number that is winning As he reaches for his glass of wine Once he starts it's hard to stop He's keepin' up a pace like a tight wound clock Be sure you don't step in his way He'll keep those numbers rolling This may be his last day As all the bets are taken Aldo lights a smoke, he's shakin'