Fiddler's Fortune
Fiddler’s Fortune
An ode to the slot machine game “Fiddler’s Fortune”
I’m a rambler
I’m a gambler
Fiddler’s fortune is what I play
Though I keep spinning
I’m never winning
And yet the fiddler gets his pay
The fire is blazing
The stakes are raising
Could this be my lucky spin?
The ones that mock me
Won’t be so cocky
When my riches come rolling in
Lights are flashing
Trumpets blasting
Boys I’m in the money now
Sure I could cash out
Go home and pass out
But I’d rather stick around
A couple more spins
My endorphins
Have me glued upon the chair
I push the buttons
‘Til I’ve got nothing
The fiddler doesn’t seem to care