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Mike Cross - The Great Strip Poker Massacre lyrics
Aces and jokers and jacks of one eye The ante's a nickle and aces are high Poker by the light of a candle. If our parents found out there'd be a scandle. The tent flap flew open and to our surprise, there stood a vision of loveliness before our eyes. With paint on her toenails and dime store perfume, stand back boys, and give her some room. (Chorus) Linda, the sweetheart of my junior High, with her hair up in curlers, and fuzz on her thighs. She said, "Good evenin', boys. I was just passin' by". Sweet Linda, won't you come inside. Well, being a covy of red-blooded beaus, we soon talked ol' Linda into playin' for clothes. But as the evening flew by in a whir, the only one left with clothes on was her. She said, "Looky here, fella's. Now ain't I your friend? I can't let you walk home with your buns in the wind. So to show you that I ain't a creep, I'm gonna sell ya your clothes back real cheap. It's a nickle a sock, and a dime for a shoe. Shirts are a dollar, and blue jeans are two. You can pay me at school when the mornin' bell sounds, if you don't want the news spread around. (Chorus) Now Linda's in Reno and blackjack's her game. She plays for the house, and she wins just the same. She's easy to find. All you look for, my friend, is a table of stark naked men. (Chorus) |
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