You Cant' Beat The House

You can't fool a fooler I can tell when a John got jazzed by a Jezebel You can't beat the house You can't beat the house Tell the man somebody You can't beat the house When these horn dogs Get lucky with dough They'll blow it on the rooster And the girls of Smokey Row You can't beat the house You can't beat the house Now tell the man somebody You can't beat the house You want to buy you a dance Don't buy it in here It's all skin games and jelly roll Red-eye and beer They're all as mean as rat snakes All got knives in their boots Even the piano player, man He don't care who he shoots See that little home wrecker In the backroom She'll pick your pocket With her pet raccoon You can't beat the house You can't beat the house Tell the man, somebody You can't beat the house