Letras
Well, I went down to a big crap game, said it was against my will
I lost every doggone nickel I had but a greenback dollar bill
Four dollar bill laying on the floor and my buddy's point was nine
When the police came, he called all of us, but whoo! I got mine
Well, I got mine, let me tell you about 'em, daddy, I got mine
I grabbed that money off the floor, out the back door I went flying
Ever since that big crap game, I've been living on chicken and wine
I'm a leader in high society, people, I got mine
There's a barber shop way uptown, it's on Long Walker Street
It's the only place on a Saturday night those gamblers care to meet
Some comes in for a haircut, some comes in for a scrap
When see me and my buddy there, we mean to shoot some crap
Hollering seven-eleven, won't you come, come, come?
You don't own seven-eleven dice, I'm done, done, done
If the posse the police before sees me, I'm gonna run, run, run
I'm a leader in high society, people, I got mine
Went down to my best gal's house and
The hour was just about, just about nine
Wasn't dressed up like Henry Ford, feeling just as fine
Caught another rascal there, I didn't like that sign
I told that rascal what I thought about him and whoo! I got mine
Well, I got mine, let me tell you about 'em, I got mine
I grabbed my hat, I grabbed my coat, so
My spouse out the back door I went flying
The rascal grabbed a shotgun, used it certainly fine
You talk about you picking buckshot, whoo! I got mine
Went down to a turkey feed and the dinner was certainly fine
Fifteen minutes before the dinner was
Set, all the jitterbugs fell in line
They brought those rascals in, all those gobblers' eyes did shine
Talk about a rascal grabbing people, whoo! I got mine
I got mine, let me tell you about it, I got mine
I grabbed that turkey by the wing, out the back door I went flying
Ever since that big crap game, I've been living on chicken and wine
I'm a leader in high society, people, whoo! I got mine