Poker Night

The Canadian whiskey soured my guts

The beer chasers didn’t help

The cigarette smoke left me half blind

To that there are no ifs or buts

The cards I got were sucker hands

Don’t know how I lost my shirt

I only know this morning

My bank account is gonna hurt

I ate two pounds of pepperoni

At least three bags of chips

That’s a whole lot of cholesterol

If you cipher in the dips

My blue eyes are red and blurry

I only got to slept about an hour

To make things worst, if that can be

I had cold water in my shower

So the next time I’m invited

I’ll know deep down it isn’t right

But count me in and ante up

‘Cause I just love my “poker night”!