Lyrics:

Have mercy on a poor boy's soul
And please don't be too unkind
I live my life on the edge of a knife
Now I'm leavin' it all behind

Oh, We blew those nickels and dimes
Oh, We blew those nickels and dimes

I got me a three-piece suit
Set out on the make
Now I serenade those rich old maids
Like a sweet-talkin', two legged snake

( CHORUS )

I turned on my boyscout smile
I stood up and gave her my seat
Winked my eye and unzipped my fly
And later we went up to her penthouse suite

( SOLO )

Every eye in the casino
Is on the woman at the roulette wheel
She was thirty-eight, a little over weight
In her purse lay her charm and appeal

( CHORUS X 2 )

( OUTRO )