Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
I play the horse and they knew me at the track
And I bet a lot of winners see I guess I had the knack
My picks came in like widows out a crowded Irish wait
But then I blew more money than a good man ever made
That’s why I earned the name called Mr. Mistake
They told me you were trouble I said your piece of cake
I thought you was a tragic girl but you’re nothing but a fake
I thought you was a goddess or at least some kind of saint
You took me to the cleaners girl a saint is what you ain't
So chalk another one off for Mr. Mistake hey

Quiet
Ah Snake eye
Oh yeah

[Verse 2]
So now I’m counting cards what has happened down in our hotel
And I’m spending what I borrowed on this cut rate musketeer
I found that dark evening a hard earning can break
Hope one day to change this name from Mr. Mistake

[Outro]
Jokers wild