I don't want to bet but my father wrote a check that I bet his ass could live with cash
He's betting on the eight ball and in the sidewalk, oh, bloody killer if you ask
Every night he needs me to lend himself a red three-corner pocket at twelve a.m.
Only twelve years old but I got a hold of a pool stick I was gifted from him
My father is a betting man but I got myself a steady hand
He's sitting in the corner with a six-pack of Corona betting that his son will win again
Go bet another six-pack, better make a comeback I know that this table's gotta lean
Won't you take me fishing? I want to try out for the seventh grade football team
You'll probably be nothing but this town's old drunkard and I own a smoke-stained stool
Right now he's got a bargain that he's taken too far on his boys' game of nine-ball pool
My father was a betting man but I got myself a steady hand
He's sitting in the corner with a six-pack of Corona betting that his son will win again
My father was a betting man but I got myself a steady hand
He's sitting in the corner with a six-pack of Corona betting that his son will win again
And I don't want to bet but my daddy wrote a check that I bet his ass could never cash
He's betting on the eight-ball and in the sidewalk, oh, bloody killer if you ask
me