I was gored by a brigand that unraveled my dough.
My money, meant to last for retirement, but no.
Pocket was picked by rascal no good.
Leached my fins and brought hell
to me before I could do what I should.

Grifter, scammers, thief,
the kind of person you don’t want around.
He mauled me, grifter, scammer thief.
He got me drunk, buying me many rounds…
all my money he found.

Sickened, no joy is how I now feel.
He’s good at crime, but there are other heels.
I was naïve and was plenty dumb.
Didn’t get the message.
Others pampered, shocked me, leaving me mighty glum.

Grifters, scammers, thieves,
the kind of people that will make you frown.
They conned me, grifters, scammers thieves.
They got me drunk, buying me many rounds,
then my cashbox they found.

They always were foolin’ making me feel swell;
they were smooth…sub-rosa vile.
I was baited, but then when the bubble
popped, I sobbed, sopped and stopped was my smile…
the last I would see of my pile.

I’d been gored by more brigands that grabbed bags o’ my dough.
My money, meant to last for many years, but no.
Pocket was picked by rascals no good.
Leached my fins and brought hell
to me before I could do what I should.

Grifters, scammers, thieves,
the kind of people that will take you down.
They conned me, grifters, scammers thieves.
I bought their bunk…learned when I came around:
They’d played me for a clown.