I like the way the cards that I've marked lay
On the table for these clowns.
And I'm gonna keep winning most hands tonight
From shmuks in tuxes, gals in gowns.

'cause I do deceitful, cheaty dealing,
So they hardly win, and they frown.
What a fine game is blackjack--
Double-down?

Want to shout, but I must not gloat
To that woman; I'd tell her to hold
With that 12; next card coming her way
Is a queen; up the winnings I tote.

Because I do cheatful, sleazy dealing;
My chip pile looks like K2's mound.
What a fine game is blackjack--
Double-down?

I got this "feeling" that they may lose.
Some of them think I have kenned,
But I foist off sh*t to them,
And I never fear:
My legerdemain's the stuff of legend.

That's right, I do cheatful, sleazy dealing
And I know out I won't be found.
I've a fine game; my marks fret
'cause I've got a marked deck.
A five is what the marks get,
Doubled-down.
Lo-o-o-o-ose.