Lyrics

Bobby the Book and Sammy the Snitch Both trying to get with Alabama the Bitch She'd date any scoundrel as long as they're rich you know She's juicing the Philly's and riggin' the rig She's takin' the wagers and laying the vig It's not a profession but it ain't a bad gig oh no Penny arcade had a bad break Was it supposed to happen or just a mistake And who's gonna know when everyone's on the take yeah A day at the races a shot in the dark Santa Anita or Hollywood Park The odds are against you and that's how they stay But that's what you get if you play Manny the Mug and Shelly the Shill Are trying to drink something other than swill So who do the got? a-Jupiter Jill in the fifth Long shot came in at ninety to one They bet twenty large with Alabama But she never laid it down 'cuz that horse had never won Manny and Shell got nothing from 'Bam Put out a hit so she went on a lam There's no one for Bobby and no one for Sam oh no A day at the races a shot in the dark Santa Anita or Hollywood Park The odds are against you and that's how they stay But that's what you get if you play A day at the races a shot in the dark Santa Anita or Hollywood Park The odds are against you and that's how they stay But that's what you get if you play A day at the races a shot in the dark Santa Anita or Hollywood Park The odds are against you and that's how they stay But that's what you get if you play And that's what you get when you play