poker game, in the buff
i bet someone gets lucky in bed
pair of spades, time to bluff
already lost a bundle of threads
rising anties, flying panties
a man wearing nothing
wagging a little dog
(look! vienna sausage)
can he walk it? (no, he can’t)
and i been winning in my long johns
this poker game

go liqour up, in the front
or just go to poker in the rear
there’s room enough, for all to come
odds are someone’s loosing their brazier
clothes are folding, hands are holdin’,
a girl with a g-string
stripping for us all
would a lap dance rock your world?
what’s the chances? (bet, it can)
and now i’m loosing in my boxers
still i’m game

strip poker gamblers wear ensembles from their birth
a bare man still can clear tables with his girth
listen jokers, flesh can be won
two can be one
oh yes, yes

poker games after dark
every game is a disneyland ride
neighbor dogs start to bark
i guess we’ll have to call it a night
people dressing, people changing
a mad congregation
primping on the lawn
watch them swager, watch them stager
would you wager? (bet, you can)
are you game?