| Lyrics: | You only call? Well, let's go visit Mr. More. Your eight hundred, and I'll raise twenty-five hundred
bucks.
I can't stand it
South. I'm going south.
South Street Seaport, the man says.
Can't stand the heat, you can't stand it.
You wanna play cards? The bet is two and a half thou.
The bet? I'll tell you what the bet is. And I'll raise you six thousand dollars.
You son
of a bitch, you've been steamrolling over me all night! What are you trying to tell me? One card,
you've got a flush, a full, what? I think you're bluffing, pal. I think you're trying to buy it.
Then you're going to have to give me some respect, or give me some money.
I think you're
bluffing.
What are you, Joe Capp? I didn't ask what you think. Raise, call, or fold.
I
should raise your ass. But I'm just gonna call.
My marker's good for the money.
What is
this marker? Where are you from?
Where am I from? I'm from the United States Of Kiss My Ass! |
