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70 bucks on Congaree,
That youd end up with me
At a rumble in the jungle
Like Muhammad Ali,
That a full house youd find
But your queen lost her mind
Now youre stuck at the table
With three of a kind
Do you get
Out of the market
And out of the pool?
Is it better to park it
Or drive like a fool?
We usually lose
But sometimes we win,
So light up and let us begin