Daddy was a gambling man,
He loved the turn of a card,
A table full of bets and bills,
And promissory notes by the yard.
When he\'d win, he\'d take the cash,
To fund his whiskey and beer,
But I was his only real asset,
To keep him free and clear.
Momma left us years ago,
I was left the home to keep,
And look after my baby brother,
While Daddy built our troubles deep.
So when he had no more green,
His credit took me a shine,
A menu list of services,
Written up for him to sign.
The tariff would start at a ten,
To serve them naked drinks,
And fifteen would see my dance,
To encourage men near to brinks.
I would be so well touched,
For just a mere old twenty,
And for only another five,
I would be fingered rough aplenty.
Splattered jerks were popular,
For a debt of thirty bucks,
And for not a whole lot more,
A mouthful of distasteful sucks.
I\'m sure Daddy would often lose,
Because he sought a happy view,
Of his daughter in sordid peril,
Pleasing all of his gambling crew.
And look what they all could win,
On offer for such a good price,
A tight and ripe young body,
To be ridden on the roll of a dice.
But the tightest of all prizes,
Raised the highest of all stakes,
Aces sting breathlessly high,
In satisfied triumph the winner rakes.
Daddy was a gambling man,
Addicted to the taboo rush,
Selling his blood and flesh,
For the joy of their phallic flush.