Текст (слова) песни: mitchell joni - The Drycleaner From Des Moines
I`m down to a roll of dimes I`m stalking the slot that`s hot I keep hearing bells all around me Jingling in the lucky jackpots They keep you tantalized They keep you reaching for your wallet Here in fools` paradise! I talked to a cat from Des Moines He said he ran a cleaning plant That cat was clanking with coin Well, he must have had a genie in a lamp `cause every time--I dropped a dime--I blew it He kept ringing bells Nothing to it! He got three oranges Three lemons Three cherries Three plums I`m losing my taste for fruit Watching the dry cleaner do it Like Midas in a polyester suit It`s all luck! It`s just luck! You get a little lucky and you make a little money! I followed him down the strip He picked out a booth at Circus Circus where the cowgirls fill the room With their big balloons The Cleaner was pitching with purpose! He had Dinos and Pooh Bears And lions--pink and blue there He couldn`t lose there! Des Moines was stacking the chips Raking off the tables Ringing the bandit`s bells This is a story that`s a drag to tell (In some ways) Since I lost every dime I laid on the line But the cleaner from Des Moines Could put a coin In the door of a John And get twenty for one It`s just luck!
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