The Dry Cleaner from Des Moines

I'm down to a roll of the dice

I'm stuck in the slot that's hot

I keep hearing bells all around me

Jingling the lucky jackpots

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

Ooh, 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 my dry cleaner do it

Like Midas in a polyester suit

It's all luck, it's just luck

You get a little lucky and you make a little money

Des Moines was stacking the chips

Raking off the tables

Ringing the bandits' bells

Well, this is a story that's a drag to tell

In some ways, I lost every dime

I laid on the line

But the cleaner from Des Moines

Could put a coin in the door of a john

And get twenty for one, it's just luck

Twenty for one in the door of a john?

(That cat's got luck)

Man, that cat's twisted

(That cat's got luck)

Flip city, boop shooby

(That cat's got luck)

And you know that cat's got twenty to one