You Can't Beat The House

You can't fool a fooler, I can tell

When John got jazzed by a jezebel

You can't beat the house

(You can't beat the house)

You can't beat the house

(You can't beat the house)

Tell the man, somebody, yeah

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)

You can't beat the house

You can't beat the house

Now, tell the man, somebody

You can't beat the house

You wanna buy ya a dance, don't buy it in here

It's all skin games and jelly rolls, red-eye and beer

They're all as mean as rat snakes, all got knives in their boots

Even the piano player, man, he couldn'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)

You can't beat the house

(You can't beat the house)

Tell the man, somebody

You can't beat the house