When it's your last payday
That Santa comes in a sleigh
Especially those on the highest tier
Tried to make a five-grand grab
Who always took advantage of strangers
You're always lucky 'til you get caught
They're right about the long white beard
With a split second getaway
And luck won't help when they close the book
When it's your last payday
But even when you run the table
But he forgot that a bag of money
The shallow pocket changer
Still want to believe
Trouble will find you, no need to look
The check still seems small
That line about luck just can't be bought
Thinking he was one rack away
I know a lot of young fellas in here
And always cued-up a ball
Ain't worth much on a slab
But wrong about Christmas Eve
