I'm going to tell you a story 'bout Marylou. You know the kind of a woman make a fool out of you. She make a young man old and a rich man lame. The way she took my money is a cry-in-shame.
Well the wicked king of clubs awoke. And it was to his queen turned. His lips were laughing as they spoke. His eyes like bullets burned. . The sun's upon a gambling day.