Turf the Gambler Lyrics

Poor old Turf the Gambler, he was a friend of mine Crashed upon the pavement by the Beast We'd been playing poker, of course, and drinking wine When we heard his soul had been released We glued him back together and passed a hat around Paid to have it stitched above his bed Embroidered words he'd spoken would greet his tired eyes When he awoke, transfixed but not dead Poor old Turf the Gambler and now he tells his tale And shows his scars from here to Hollywood To waitresses and actresses and princes who preside Over everything you thought was gone for good Poor old Turf the Gambler