Gamblin'

Music: A. Kowollik, Text: A. Kowollik
© 1987 all rights reserved

You claim that I'm on number 5
You would bet your life
But I dance on number 9
And I'm doin' fine, yeah
The good luck is dressed in red
And the bad in black
Forget your system, it's in vain
'Cause we're both the same

Come on and grab me
But do it fast
You know I'm moody
And my mood ain't gonna last
You think you got me
But you are wrong
The day you see me
Is the day that I'll be gone

So long baby
Here you go again without me
But there's sure a little left
To lose boy
A dirty little rest to lose boy
Don't you worry
I'll come back when you least expect me
As long as there's just a little rest to lose boy
We ain't done, we ain't done, we ain't done - yet

I could be on number 10
But you don't know when
You put it all on number 12
But you fool yourself
'Cause fortune lives on number 7
It would feel like heaven
If you'd have the guts to get it
But you wait and miss it

Come on and grab me
But do it fast
You know I'm moody
And my mood ain't gonna last
You think you made it
But you are wrong
The day you need me
Is the day that I'll be gone

So long baby
Here you go again without me
But there's sure a little left
To lose boy
A little bloody rest to lose boy
Don't you worry
I'll come back when you least expect me
As long as there's just a little rest to lose boy
Just a little...ah, ah, ah
Hear me!

You lost your money like you lost your pride
With a smile on your face and rage inside
But don't blame me boy, I'm no thief
The only thing you need is belief

You claim that I'm on number 5
You would bet your life
But I sit on number 9
And I waste my time

Why don't you do it
Make up your mind
If you are fast enough
You'll catch me from behind
You think you made it
But not for long
It sounds familiar
It's the same old song, it goes:

So long baby
Here you go again without me
But there's always something left
To lose boy
A dirty little rest to lose boy
Don't you worry
I'll come back when you least expect me
As long as there's just a little rest to lose boy
A little dirty rest to lose boy
I'll squeeze you baby
It's gotta be straight, no maybes
If there's really nothing left inside boy
Then we're done, are we done?
Yes we're done