Lyrics

Fistful of money
You just got paid
Friday night
You have it made
You walk alone
Don’t hear a sound
Next thing you know
You’re flat on the ground

You got rolled
You got rolled
You got jumped
You got rolled
Left you to cry out in the cold
Bled you dry – You got rolled

A travelin’ man
With a silver tongue
Said, “I have a potion
To keep you young”
She handed over
Her ruby ring
Looked in the mirror
And she heard him sing

There’s a phone call
Voice on the line
Says, “This won’t cost you
One thin dime
You’ll be on Easy Street
Gonna get rich quick”
They shook you down
You had your pocket picked