My bookie’ll screw you—you need to know!
No, never hew to this scheming schmoe.
He’s gonna rip you off without shame.
My bookie’ll screw you—don’t bet on games!

His quips aren’t moving; they instill fear.
A path he’s grooving to the till that’s near.
He’s gonna rip you off; he won’t change.
My bookie’ll screw you—don’t be deranged!

Lies, fella lies, and he won’t treat you right.
Schmuck has a nasty habit of disappearing fast, post-bite.

I hope you’ll trust me and stay away,
because a bust spree’s what you will play.
So don’t get ripped off; I’ve warned: Beware!
My bookie’ll screw you, so don’t be snared.

Lies, fella lies, and he won’t treat you right.
Putz runs a nasty gambit of disappearing far from sight.

My bookie’ll screw you—so now you know!
He’s like a fugu—poison he’ll blow.
You’ve now been tipped off…then without shame:
My bookie you screw. You’ve learned the game!