He was a man who spit in the fan
A real high flyer with a wrench on hand
The mile high club never got you down
And you were chasing your tail around and around
It's all on the rocks, anyway
You won for a day and the bookies got paid
Your life was the longest though your legacy fades
Because betting the horses was the name of the game
Earning your wages was no big deal
As long as you had something for O.T.B
Making a role in the casinos you played
Drinking highballs and getting paid
It's all on the rocks, anyway
You won for a day and the bookies got paid
The lies that you lived almost did them in
Your wives and daughters, your next of kin
Throwing your money at a ball on a wheel
Black or red, it's a hell of a deal
It's all on the rocks, anyway
You won for a day and the bookies got paid
Living a life, yeah it was made for one
And everyone knew you were a son of a gun
You were a son of a gun
It's all on the rocks, anyway
You won for a day and the bookies got paid
Your life was the longest though your legacy fades
Because playing the numbers was the name of the game