Lyric No Cheap Thrill

Ante up. And don t be shy.
Who is that man who is catching my eye?
What s underneath all of the deadpan face?
Sitting so pretty with a criminal grace?

Lamebrain Pete wants to Spit in the Sea.
He s got a cool hand but it isn t for me.
Butcher Boy thinks he ll be splitting the pot.
But I ve seen what he s got and it isn t a lot.

(When deuces are wild you can follow the queen.
I d go too except I know where she s been.)

I ll see you, I ll call you, I ll raise you
But it s no cheap thrill
It will cost you, cost you, cost you
Anything you have to pay.

I limit the straddles, and you shuffle and deal.
When will the dealer reveal how he feels?
Is the lucky beginner just a five-card stud?
Is this winning streak going to be nipped in the bud?

I ll see you, I ll call you, I ll raise you
But it s no cheap thrill
It will cost you, cost you, cost you
Anything you have to pay.

I ll match you, I ll bet you, I ll play you,
But it s no cheap thrill
It will cost you, cost you, cost you
Anything you have to pay.