-> "The Blackjack Will Die"
Original Song Title:
"American Pie"
(MP3)
Parody Song Title:
"The Blackjack Will Die"
The Lyrics
The Blackjack Will Die
It’s not that long ago
I can still remember
Playing Blackjack always made me smile
And I knew if I had a chance
That I could make those face cards dance
And maybe I'd be winning for awhile
But the word that day caused a shiver, from Vegas to the cold East River
Bad news through the grapevine; It didn’t sound all that fine
I know my spirits took a dive, when I heard about the six to five
Emotions that would not subside, the day that Blackjack died
So bye, bye now the Blackjack will die
You can’t survive on six to five, it will eat you alive
I can’t believe what greedy morons contrived
They sang: This’ll be the day that we thrive
This’ll be the day that we thrive
Do you play with no regret
And do you lay down your biggest bet
If the true count tells you so *1
Now do you believe in ace control
Can counting save your trip bankroll
And can you teach me how to win real dough
Well, I know that you've been gam-bl-in’
'Cause I saw you at the Desert Inn
You played that six to five
Man you know you can’t sur-vive
Now you will only be a sittin’ duck
For the corporations with the rules that suck
And I knew we were out of luck, the day that Blackjack died
I started singing:
My, my how the Blackjack will die
Tried to manage my advantage but advantage went dry
It’s just too hard to get a piece of the pie
Singing: This whole plan has just gone awry
This whole plan has just gone awry
Now, for ten years we've been in the zone
And all through that time our cash has grown
But that's not how it’s gonna be
When a player splits on a king and queen
Then he draws two aces in between
It can mean more grief for you and me
Oh and while the hand was doubled down
The pit boss looked on with a frown *2
That session was adjourned
The player’s game was burned *3
And while Griffin made a book on mugs *4
The players practiced finding slugs *5
And we were treated like we’re thugs, the day that Blackjack died
We were singing:
Bye, bye now the Blackjack game dies
Dirty bastards I can’t play cards and no good reasons why
When you’re counting, know they’ll be calling the eye *6
Singing: Now they treat me like I’m a spy
Now they treat me like I’m a spy
Helter skelter in a Vegas swelter
Come hit it big in our summer shelter
Thousands won and rising fast
The players flocked there en masse
They couldn’t win for to save their ass
With the profits of casinos unsurpassed
But some players still could get ahead
If they would bet a bigger spread *7
We all began to play
Oh, but we never got to stay
‘Cause the pit boss gave the old heave-ho
The players could not win their dough
Do you recall we felt so low, the day that Blackjack died
We started singing:
Aye, aye time for Blackjack’s demise
Had a big loss ‘cause the pit boss thought he be Cap’n Bligh
We soothed our souls by drinking whiskey and rye
Singing: Pit boss be a stinkin’ fish pie
Pit boss be a stinkin’ fish pie
Oh, and then we tried in one last place
The games were all a sad disgrace
With no chance left for us to win
So, come on; boss be simple, boss be prick
Boss thinks bringing the heat is slick *8
'Cause, fire is the devil's only friend
Oh, and as I watched him at the cage *9
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
The truth I’m here to tell
Pit boss was straight from Hell
And as they barred the players left and right
To keep their profit margins tight
I knew nothing then would be alright
The day that Blackjack died
I was singing:
Why, why should the Blackjack game die
Lost my money lost my honey, kissing all of them bye
Them good old pros can’t beat the game but still try
Singing: This’ll be the day that it dies
This’ll be the day that it dies
I met a girl who served me booze
And I asked her for some gratis brews
But she just frowned and made me pay
I went down to my fav’rite store *10
Where I'd played some Blackjack weeks before
But the games there were so bad I couldn't play
And in the streets, the players screamed
The old pros cried, and the gamblers dreamed
But no one there was speaking
The Blackjack games were reeking
And the three men who did it best
Wong, Uston, Thorp, and all the rest *11
We now must pass a bigger test
The day that Blackjack died
And we were singing:
Why, why does Blackjack have to die
Was a good game but it’s not same, so we’ll have to say bye
Then we flipped bird up to the eye in the sky
Singing: Fix your games we might give a try
Fix ‘em and we might give a try
We were singing:
My, my hope that Blackjack survives
Love to play it but they slayed it, now we spit in their eye
With all that said, we could be back next July
Singing: We just might be back next July
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