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"Dollar Bill"

Copyright 2012, Tano Music

Words & Music by Tom Sperrazzo

Saw you rollin' in that uptown alley shootin' big time dice;

Saw you starin' at the snake eyes blindly--missed your called-point twice.

Heard you cryin' you had no more money, nothin' left in the till;

Guess you gotta find your old best buddy Bill.

 

Aren't ya tired a checkin' over your shoulder? Who's your daddy now?

Doncha wanna walk away a little bolder? Tell that goomba "ciao".

Ain't you lucky that you got this number? So dial me up and spill.

Guess you gotta find your old best buddy Bill.

 

Here's the lettuce--won't forget us?

Don't be sweatin' the vig;

There'll be no ill-will when you know DOLLAR BILL!

Just pay my fees if you like having knees!

 

Bet ya like gettin' ridda that monkey--clear for action now;

Bet you're glad to shake that gumba flunky! Time to break the house!

Ain't you lucky that you got my number? Havin' yours is a thrill.

Just don't forget to call your old best buddy Bill.

 

'Nother night, another no-goer, dumped a ton of cash;

Lady Luck's run you out and you owe 'er; emptied out your stash.

Ain't you lucky that you still got my number?

Havin' yours really such is a thrill.

Don't forget to call your old best buddy Bill.

Song facts:

  • Written for 2012 February Album Writers Month challenge

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