we play the deuce when others play the ace
our luck is good but cards don't come out right
we call a game what's just our normal plight
what joy we have when in each proper place
reason our careful plans will not indict
we play the deuce when others play the ace
only the rats can understand this race
it doesn't matter if you have the might
or if you can't tell day from night
we play the deuce when others play the ace
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