The Last Payday — текст песни (Harry Connick, Jr.)

Danny was an old-time bourbon street barker

Who wanted the same as charlie parker

And always cued-up a ball

Thinking he was one rack away

But even when you run the table

The check still seems small

When its your last payday



The shallow pocket changer

Who always took advantage of strangers

Tried to make a five-grand grab

With a split second getaway

But he forgot that a bag of money

Aint worth much on a slab

When its your last payday



That line about luck just cant be bought

Youre always lucky til you get caught

Trouble will find you, no need to look

And luck wont help when they close the book



I know a lot of young fellas in here

Especially those on the highest tier

Still want to believe

That santa comes in a sleigh

Theyre right about the long white beard

But wrong about christmas eve

Whats christmas, when its your last payday