You can’t fool a fooler I can tell when a john got jazzed by a jezebel You can’t beat the house You can’t beat the house Tell the man somebody You can’t beat the house
When these horn dogs get lucky with dough they’ll blow it on the roosters and the girls of Smokey Row You can’t beat the house You can’t beat the house Now tell the man somebody You can’t beat the house
You want to buy you a dance don’t buy it in here It’s all skin games and jelly roll red-eye and beer They’re all as mean as rat snakes all got knives in their boots Even the piano player, man, he don’t care who he shoots
See that little homewrecker in the backroom She’ll pick your pocket with her pet raccoon You can’t beat the house You can’t beat the house Tell the man, somebody You can’t beat the house