The Last Payday

Danny was an old-time Bourbon Street barker Who wanted the same as Charlie Parker And always cued-up a ball Thinking he was one rack away But even when you run the table The check still seems small When it's your last payday The shallow pocket changer Who always took advantage of strangers Tried to make a five-grand grab With a split second getaway But he forgot that a bag of money Ain't worth much on a slab When it's your last payday That line about luck just can't be bought You're always lucky 'til you get caught Trouble will find you, no need to look And luck won't help when they close the book I know a lot of young fellas in here Especially those on the highest tier Still want to believe That Santa comes in a sleigh They're right about the long white beard But wrong about Christmas Eve What's Christmas, when it's your last payday