One minute the guy who owns the place owes you eight hundred thousand rubles.
The next minute you’re dead, electrocuted by a hair drier.
Talk about bad luck.
Big Jim’s been drinkin’ whiskey
And playin’ poker on a losin’ night
And pretty soon ol’ Jim starts a thinkin’
Somebody been cheatin’ and lyin’
So Big Jim commence to fightin’
I wouldn’t tell you no lie
Big Jim done pulled his pistol
Shot his friend right between the eyes
What a coincidence.....