Well, eida' youse closin' yo' eyes To some situashun ya' do now wish t'acknowledge Or ya' is not aware uh de caliba' of disasta' indicated By de presence uh a pool table in yo' community. Slap mah fro! Ya gots trouble, mah' homey, right here, I say, trouble right here in Riva' City. Slap mah fro! Why sho' man I'm some billiard player, Certainly mighty proud ah' say I'm always mighty proud t'say it. Man! I consida' dat da damn hours ah' spend Wid some cue in mah' hand is golden. 'S coo', bro. Help ya' cultivate ho'se sense And some waaay coo' haid and some keen eye. Neva' snatch and try t'give An iron-clad leave t'yo'self From some dree-reail billiard shot? But plum as ah' say, It snatch'd judgement, brains, and maturity t'sco'e In some balkline game, I say dat any boob kin snatch And shove some ball in some pocket. Man! And dey call dat slod. De fust big step on de road To de depds uh deg-ra-Day-- I say, fust, medicinal wine fum some teaspoon, Den bea' from some bottle.
