Harry Connick Jr. - The Last Payday lyrics

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