I'm down to roll a dice
Stalking the slot that's hot
I keep hearing bells around me
Jingling the lucky jackpot
They keep you tantalized
They keep you reaching for your wallet here in fool's paradise
I talked to a cat from Des Moines
He said he ran a cleaning plant
That cat was clanking with coin
He must have had a genie in a lamp
'Cause every time I dropped a dime I blew it
He kept ringing bells, nothing to it
He got three oranges, three lemons, three cherries, three plums
I'm losing my taste for fruit
Watching the dry cleaner do it
Like mice in a polyester suit
It's all luck, it's just luck
You get a little lucky and you make a little money
I followed him down the strip
He picked out a booth at Circus Circus
Where the cowgirls fill the room with their big balloons
The cleaner was pitching with purpose
He had dinos and pooh bears and lions, pink and blue there
You couldn't lose there
He was stacking the chips
Raking off the tables
Ringing the bandits' bells
This is a story that's a drag to tell
It's always this, I lost every dime I laid on the line
But the cleaner from Des Moines could put a coin
In the jar under the door and get twenty for one
It's just luck