The Dry Cleaner 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!
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 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!
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 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!