Watch the prize my friend it’s easy
beat the dealer, go home rich
nothing like some structured commerce
nothing like the age old pitch
If God thought up something finer
must have kept it for his own
keep on following my hand friend
pick a number; find the stone
Look it's all the old shell game
we’ll take your money with a smile
lead you on with dreams of riches
led astray another mile
If we fall for this shell game
only got ourselves to blame
not as if they’ve changed their tactics
that con’s older than its name
Something for nothing kid
hard to fathom: it still works
hard to feel bad for the suckers
harder still to justify the jerks
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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