For a taste of your whiskey I’ll give you some advice.
...if you’re gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.
You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em,
Know when to punch a cameraman, and know when to run.
You never count your money when you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.
"I promise I'll never do it again" Well except for next time, of course.
You picked a fine time to film me you heel
With my lousy temper and two fists made of steel
I'll take some bad shots and I'll make you see spots
And this time your black eyes won't heal
You picked a fine time to film me you heel
After I decked him I ordered more whisky
and with one punch that cameraman fell
From the lights of the bar room to a Hospital trauma room
We fought without stopping at all
Yet the camera kept rollin' and when I snapped his colon
He must have thought I'd gone too far
I had to pound him 'cos he wouln't stop filmin'
now he's got a handicap tag on his car
You picked a fine time to film me you heel....