[00:12.299] Poor old Turf the Gambler[00:15.665] He was a friend of mine[00:20.416] Crashed upon the pavement by the Beast[00:28.500] We'd been playing poker[00:32.417] Of course, and drinking wine[00:37.035] When we heard his soul had been released[00:49.455] We glued him back together[00:53.389] And passed a hat around[00:57.987] Paid to have it stitched above his bed[01:05.874] Embroidered words he'd spoken[01:09.858] Would greet his tired eyes[01:14.490] When he awoke, transfixed but not dead[01:44.361] Poor old Turf the Gambler[01:48.063] And now he tells his tale[01:52.532] And shows his scars from here to Hollywood[02:00.799] To waitresses and actresses[02:04.956] And princes who preside[02:09.268] Over everything you thought was gone for good[02:26.769] Poor old Turf the Gambler