He breaks walls, he tears down egos

He's got the perfect hand but oh no, he won't smile

Making fools of all who dare plays him

You're never gonna win no matter how you try

I put down my cigar

I lay out all my cards

But I already know

He got it in the bag

He plays hard but tears you down easy

Doo doo doo, doo doo doo

It's your hand but you still feel queasy

Doo doo doo, doo doo doo, oh

I put down my cigar

I lay out all my cards

But I already know

He got it in the bag

He's got it in the bag

No matter who sits at his table

His grin won't ever change

From Las Vegas to Atlantic City

Dealers cringe when they hear his name

I put down my cigar

I lay out all my cards

But I already know

He got it in the bag

He's got it in the bag

Oh no

Not again

Looks like I won't ever win

With my dead man's hand

Oh no

Not again

Like a nightmare craps game that I keep rolling

Snake eyes, mama

Whoo!

He's a straight-faced poker player

A straight-faced poker player

He's a, a card shark, a money taker

A straight-faced poker player

He's a cold-blooded widow-maker

A straight-faced poker player

He's a straight-faced poker player

A straight-faced poker player