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Мова пісні: Англійська
The Crib Song |
| Alright |
| Let’s go, boys! |
| Just poured myself a strong one |
| Hey boys, get out the cards |
| Shuffle up, and deal 'em out, I just cut the ace of hearts |
| Be careful what you lead with |
| Don’t give away your hand |
| 'Cause I’ll rope you right into a run and peg eight, or nine, or ten |
| Looking at your face, looks like you don’t like what you see |
| Oh-oh son, looky there, looks like you got nineteen |
| Fifteen to a pair for four, I gotta flush for eight |
| I pegged you back and you bet your ass, I’m hot out of the gate |
| I’m looking for that twenty-nine, just give that Kissel cut |
| Well, twenty-four will have to do, looks like you’re getting skunked |
| No, I can’t think of anything I love doing more than this |
| Than drinking whisky with the boys, and kickin' ass at crib |
| Hey Walshy, don’t forget |
| You still owe me a hundred bucks |
| I can’t help you missed a couple runs, and I just got the luck |
| Perhaps one day you’re gonna learn you’re playing 'gainst a shark |
| 'Cause you know I’ll break your spirit |
| And you know I’ll break your heart |
| So pay me up my money |
| Unless you wanna double down |
| Let’s pour another whisky, son, I’ll take your ass to town |
| Well, fifteen, six and six is twelve and one more for the jack |
| You don’t wanna see my crib, you’re gonna have a heart attack |
| I’ll take fourteen in the kitty, looks like I’m gonna win |
| Yeah, I’d put away your wallet son, unless you wanna lose again |
| No, I can’t think of anything I love doing more than this |
| Than drinking whisky with the boys, and kickin' ass at crib |
| Alright |
| Uh-oh |
| Here comes Grandpa Bear |
| It’s time to watch the heart, boys |
| Yeah, Powers, he’s a player, but he ain’t won in awhile |
| And Uncle Digger, he can’t see, Deuce Neon’s got him piled |
| Walshy’s just like Reuben |
| He’ll lead with a five |
| And Ebs keeps getting Romney’s, he’ll stay up all night |
| But Marty, he’s a cheater, always taking extra points, and me |
| Well, I’m the king |
| 'Cause all I get is loins |
| Well, fifteen, twelve, another twelve, well makes twenty-four |
| Are you sick of all this punishment |
| Or do you want some more? |
| Yeah, I just won a Gino |
| Looks like I cleaned ya out |
| No Walsh, don’t tell Mikayla |
| You’ll be sleeping on the couch |
| Now I can’t think of anything I love doing more than this |
| Than drinking whisky with the boys, and kickin' ass at crib |
| Now I can’t think of anything I love doing more than this |
| Than drinking whisky with the boys, and kickin' ass at crib |
| Alright |
| Alright |
| Yeah, of course I’ll take another drink |
| I’m not a cactus |