Banjo Bass Shnatzi

Lyrics

Pack your bags and grab your boots Shnatzi Shnatz is moving roots He’s heading out to Dallas town Leaving the crew to stick around From the Middle East to the Texas heat There’s a brand new table where he’s gonna sit Every Wednesday, eight o'clock The Fool Kings gather around the block Texas Hold'em, we deal the cards In the living room or out in the yards Just a bunch of pansies talking tough Trying to call each other's bluff Oh, Shnatzi’s going to the Lone Star State Leaving the Fool Kings to their fate! We’re gonna miss the cards, we’re gonna miss the luck, And those loud-ass farts that sound like a duck! Quack! Quack! Fold your hand! Shnatzi’s leaving for Texas land! Who’s gonna raise when the river is down? Who’s the biggest clown in town? The room gets quiet, the tension is high Then a duck-fart rips and we start to cry From laughing so hard we spill our beers Man, we’ve been doing this for years Oh, Shnatzi’s going to the Lone Star State Leaving the Fool Kings to their fate! We’re gonna miss the cards, we’re gonna miss the luck, And those loud-ass farts that sound like a duck! Quack! Quack! Fold your hand! Shnatzi’s leaving for Texas land! So go eat some brisket and barbecue Find a new cowboy poker crew But when you’re playing cards in the Southern heat Remember the fools from your old street You can run to Dallas, you can run so far But we know what a noisy farter you are! Yeah, Shnatzi’s going to the Lone Star State Leaving the Fool Kings to their fate! We’re gonna miss the cards, we’re gonna miss the luck, And those loud-ass farts that sound like a duck! Quack! Quack! Fold your hand! Shnatzi’s leaving for Texas land! Farewell, Shnatzi, you old Fool King. Let those duck farts ring. Texas Hold'em will never be the same. Go on and win the Dallas game! Quack... Pfffffft.