You have got that offset runnin',
Kind that sloughs off oil with water.
You hope that it won't be gummin'
Up and everything's in order.
A suborner, you are printin'
Phony bills you'll use to cheat
Merchants; you'll pay and be sprintin'
Back to run another sheet.

CHORUS:
You'll go back, Jack, dup it again;
The drums go round and round.
You'll go back, Jack, dup it again.

They won't know you're a fives-mimer,
These hicks who think you're their friend.
They say, no one in town's finer
'cause so much money you spend.
You attend churches and tithe 'em,
And if friends have got to borrow
Several fives, well you oblige 'em
And just print some more tomorrow.

CHORUS

But beware of taking wages
Fake, to try at gambling, man.
If you find yourself in Vegas
With those scam bills in your hand,
Sharp-eyed dealers make the money
As you lay it on the table.
You must scram--they know it's funny,
Unlike many shows on cable.

Forget blackjack, do five-and-tens,
Cozen* those small-town clowns,
With your stack, Jack, dupe 'em again.


*trick, cheat