He's a man of little honor Pullin' signs off people's yards Yeah, he's no stranger to strange affairs Blissful disregard Has no shame in takin' gold From anyone who stands a chance It's a rat race to the finish He will get what he demands Poker nights, bring your own beer Roll the good times, when he's out there Mid-July, past the curfew Is when I don't mind where I'm bound to He hasn't gotten lucky In a longer time than most But I swear he doesn't mind it He'd just like somethin' of his own And I kinda get the feelin' That he's pissed we look alike 'Cause he doesn't need or want more Than a single acolyte Poker nights, bring your own beer Roll the good times, when he's out there Mid-July, past the curfew Is when I don't mind where I'm bound to Cycle will continue on Learn to keep the curtains drawn 'Cause no one's gonna tell the truth She'll never know life after you Take a case and foldin' chair Hurry and get out of here We'll wait until you leave the start the show Poker nights, bring your own beer It's a good night, when you're not there Mid-July, past the curfew She will love me, I'll forget you