On a slot stool in Vegas, with a mind set for bankrupt
I met up with a stranger, I was gamblin' - he was not
My side glance caught him starin' at the way that I was playin'
He moved a little closer and leaned against my slot

He said, "Son, you've got the fever, I'm familiar with your habit
I dropped a lotta' dollars, could 'a filled an armored truck
Hope you don't mind my nosey, watchin' you hop like a rabbit
One machine to another, to try and change your luck"

I just nodded, kept on playin', he went on with what he's sayin'
I flipped out a cigarette. my old Bic dead sparked twice
He offered his silver Zippo,.and our eyes met for a moment
Said, "If you don't mind more words, son, I'd like to offer some advice

You'll never learn how to roll 'em, stop, and control 'em,
Master these spinnin' reels and make combos fall
I'm gonna' share a secret, if you wanna' hit the jackpot
And you'd like to be a winner, never play at all

This former gambler knew that nobody beats the system
Our lives we're gonna throw away - We're just casino sheep
We're trapped, and they're the skinners, we'll always be the loser
And the only way we're winners - is with money we keep

So when he'd finished speakin' I stood up from that slot stool
Trayed out my cigarette and thanked the stranger twice
Though I no longer gamble, I still go to casinos
And try to save more poor slot fools - giving his advice

You'll never know how to roll 'em, stop, or control 'em,
Master the spinnin' reels to make combos fall
I'm gonna' share a secret, if you wanna' hit the jackpot
And you wanna be a winner, never play at all

One way to be a winner, never play at all