And I went down to a big crap game, 'Twas certainly against my will. I lost every doggone nickel I had But a greenback dollar bill. Forty dollar that laid on the floor My buddy's point was nine Well, the police they come in there And caught all of 'em But I got mine. I got mine, let me tell ya I got mine. I grabbed that money Out the back door I went flying Well, ever since the big crap game I've been livin' on chicken and wine. I'm the leader of so ciety Since I got mine. I know a barber shop It's a way cross town Down on Norfolk street It's the only place on a Saturday night That us gamblers gets to meet Some comes for a haircut And others come for a scrap And when you see me and my buddies up there, man We means to shoot some crap Hollering: