Danny was an old-time bourbon street barker   Who wanted the same as charlie parker   And always cued-up a ball   Thinking he was one rack away   But even when you run the table   The check still seems small   When it's your last payday      The shallow pocket changer   Who always took advantage of strangers   Tried to make a five-grand grab   With a split second getaway   But he forgot that a bag of money   Ain't worth much on a slab   When it's your last payday      That line about luck just can't be bought   You're always lucky 'til you get caught   Trouble will find you, no need to look   And luck won't help when they close the book      I know a lot of young fellas in here   Especially those on the highest tier   Still want to believe   That santa comes in a sleigh   They're right about the long white beard   But wrong about christmas eve   What's christmas, when it's your last payday