The Last Payday

Danny was an old-time Bourbon Street barker
 Who wanted the same as Charlie Parker
 And always cued-up a ball
 Thinking he was one rack away
 But even when you run the table
 The check still seems small
 When it's your last payday
 The shallow pocket changer
 Who always took advantage of strangers
 Tried to make a five-grand grab
 With a split second getaway
 But he forgot that a bag of money
 Ain't worth much on a slab
 When it's your last payday
 That line about luck just can't be bought
 You're always lucky 'til you get caught
 Trouble will find you, no need to look
 And luck won't help when they close the book
 I know a lot of young fellas in here
 Especially those on the highest tier
 Still want to believe
 That Santa comes in a sleigh
 They're right about the long white beard
 But wrong about Christmas Eve
 What's Christmas, when it's your last payday