Spectre Hawk Poker Player
He breaks walls, he tears down egos
He's got the perfect hand but oh no, he won't smile
Making fools of all who dare plays him
You're never gonna win no matter how you try
I put down my cigar
I lay out all my cards
But I already know
He got it in the bag
He plays hard but tears you down easy
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo
It's your hand but you still feel queasy
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo, oh
I put down my cigar
I lay out all my cards
But I already know
He got it in the bag
He's got it in the bag
No matter who sits at his table
His grin won't ever change
From Las Vegas to Atlantic City
Dealers cringe when they hear his name
I put down my cigar
I lay out all my cards
But I already know
He got it in the bag
He's got it in the bag
Oh no
Not again
Looks like I won't ever win
With my dead man's hand
Oh no
Not again
Like a nightmare craps game that I keep rolling
Snake eyes, mama
Whoo!
He's a straight-faced poker player
A straight-faced poker player
He's a, a card shark, a money taker
A straight-faced poker player
He's a cold-blooded widow-maker
A straight-faced poker player
He's a straight-faced poker player
A straight-faced poker player
