[Verse 1]

I play the horse and they knew me at the track

And I bet a lot of winners see I guess I had the knack

My picks came in like widows out a crowded Irish wake

But then I blew more money than a good man ever made

That’s why I earned the name called Mr. Mistake

They told me you were trouble I said your piece of cake

I thought you was a tragic girl but you’re nothing but a fake

I thought you was a goddess or at least some kind of saint

You took me to the cleaners girl a saint is what you ain't

So chalk another one off for Mr. Mistake hey

Oh yeah

Ah Snake eye

Oh yeah

[Verse 2]

So now I’m counting cards what has happened down in our hotel

And I’m spending what I borrowed on this cut rate musketeer

I found that dark evening a hard earning can break

Hope one day to change this name from Mr. Mistake

[Outro]

Jokers wild