The Last Payday Lyrics - Blue Light, Red Light - Harry Connick, Jr.

Danny was an old-time, Bourbon Street barker 

Who wanted the same as Charlie Parker 

And always cued-up a ball 

Thinking he was one rack away 

But even when you run the table 

The check still seems small 

When it's your last payday 

Then a shallow pocket changer 

Who always took advantage of strangers 

Tried to make a five-grand grab 

With a split second getaway 

But he forgot that a bag of money 

Ain't worth much on a slab 

When it's your last payday 

That line about luck just can't be bought 

You're always lucky 'til you get caught 

Trouble will find you, no need to look 

And luck won't help when they close the book 

I know a lot of young fellas in here 

Especially those on the highest tier 

Still want to believe 

That Santa comes in a sleigh 

They're right about the long white beard 

But wrong about Christmas Eve 

What's Christmas when it's your last payday 

That line about luck just can't be bought 

You're always lucky 'til you get caught 

Trouble will find you, no need to look 

And luck won't help when they close the book 

I know a lot of young fellas in here 

Especially those on the highest tier 

Still, they want to believe 

Santa Claus comes in a sleigh 

They're right about the long white beard 

But wrong about Christmas Eve 

What's Christmas when it's your last payday