Doin' I what I love: break;
There goes in the 2.
Give the cue a shove, make
A heap after blue.

Rollin', bumpin,
Rollin', thumpin'.
Ain't nothing left but 1, babe.
8: play for keeps.

Flub my English. . .stray curl.
Luck for you--straight line,
And you need no way curl;
Plunked in is the 9.

Rollin', bumpin,
Rollin', thumpin'.
Hey, you are on a run, babe.
8: play for keeps.

8: play for keeps:
10, 11, 12 you shoot.
8: play for keeps
You've shot enough; you're almost there.

Ooh, I need a luck break;
All the stripes you're through.
Now you won't, with luck make
That needed ball too.

Rollin', bumpin,
Holdin' lungs in.
Ain't no huffin'; my lungs bate--
Air daren't escape.

8: play for keeps;
You lurch and then launch the cue.
8 makes it straight
To where you bluffed, "I'll stow it there."

"Lost; you gotta pay, churl";
I hand her a dime.
She laughs, "There's no way, churl!
Where's the other nine?"

Rolls me, thumps me.
Rolls free--one, seized.
"Ain't got but one and one, churl!

Eight pays I seek,
Eight pays I'll keep,
Eight--pay or weep!"