Werewolves of Blackjack

I saw a werewolf with a wad of money in his hand,
Walking the streets of Vegas half alive.
He was looking for a game called Single Deck,
Gonna get a big dish of six-to-five.
Ahhwooooo... Werewolves of Blackjack, Ahwooooo!
Ahhwooooo... Werewolves of Blackjack, Ahwooooo!

You hear ‘em howling around the Blackjack pit,
Whining ‘cause they don’t win.
Bushels of bankrolls got mutilated late last night,
Werewolves of Blackjack again.
Ahhwooooo... Werewolves of Blackjack, Ahwooooo!
Ahhwooooo... Werewolves of Blackjack, Ahwooooo!

He's the IQ challenged gent, who couldn’t win a cent,
Lately he's been losing at Flamingo.
You better stay away from him,
He’ll split his fives against a ten,
Huh! I wish he’d go play Bingo.
Ahhwooooo... Werewolves of Blackjack, Ahwooooo!
Ahhwooooo... Werewolves of Blackjack, Ahwooooo!

I saw Ms. Psychic hit hard seventeen,
She was a Werewolf of Blackjack.
I saw ol' Lucky split his sevens on a queen,
He was a Werewolf of Blackjack.
I saw Mister Wiseman talking about the Sacred Flow of the Cards,
His advice was worthless!
Ahhwooooo... Werewolves of Blackjack, Ahwooooo!
Huh! Draw cards!
Ahhwooooo... Werewolves of Blackjack, Ahwooooo!
Ahhwooooo...