(piano intro)

Destitution.
Why don't you go through your pockets.
Your watch you will hock it
before long now.
Whoa, you are hard-up.
I know that you've got your reasons.
These things that are pleasing you
they drained you somehow.

Don't you draw the queen of diamonds at
Atlantic City table.
The chicks with free drinks lead you to bad bet.
Now, it seems to me your finance
isn't looking very stable.
And a loan I don't think you are gonna get.

Destitution.
You ain't getting any money.
You blew it all, honey.
You're dry as a bone.
The next roll? No next roll.
That's just some people talking.
Your prison is walking, you
can't buy bus fare home.

Don't your feet hurt bad, you can't make good time.
You wish you'd took that advice of mine.
But had to go down Garden State Parkway.
Your fortune hit an all-time low.
All the money you had, you did throw
away.

Destitution.
Why don't you come to your senses?
All the cash in your pantses
has met its fate.
I know you're losing
so call 1-800-GAMBLER.
Become less of a scrambler!
(Become less of a scrambler!)
Become less of a scrambler...

Before it's too...

late.