I'm down to a roll of dimes  I'm stalking the slot that's hot  I keep hearing bells all around me  Jingling in the lucky jackpots  They keep you tantalized  They keep you reaching for your wallet  Here in fools' paradise!  I talked to a cat from Des Moines  He said he ran a cleaning plant  That cat was clanking with coin  Well, he must have had a genie in a lamp  'cause every time--I dropped a dime--I blew it  He kept ringing bells  Nothing to it!  He got three oranges  Three lemons  Three cherries  Three plums  I'm losing my taste for fruit  Watching the dry cleaner do it  Like Midas in a polyester suit  It's all luck!  It's just luck!  You get a little lucky and you make a little money!  I followed him down the strip  He picked out a booth at Circus Circus  where the cowgirls fill the room  With their big balloons  The Cleaner was pitching with purpose!  He had Dinos and Pooh Bears  And lions--pink and blue there  He couldn't lose there!  Des Moines was stacking the chips  Raking off the tables  Ringing the bandit's bells  This is a story that's a drag to tell  (In some ways)  Since I lost every dime  I laid on the line  But the cleaner from Des Moines  Could put a coin  In the door of a John  And get twenty for one  It's just luck!