by J. R. Robertson and Van Morrison    The management said they were sorry   For the inconvenience you are suffering   And Mr. Booking Agent, please have mercy   Don't book the jobs so far apart   We went up to Griffith Park   With a fifth of Johnny Walker Red   And smashed it on a rock and wept   While the old couple looked on into the dark       Oh, Richard, tell me if it's poker   Oh, Richard, tell me, who's got the joker and is it poker       Deuces wild, like an only child   I'll see what you got. How much is in the pot   You pay the tips and I'll collect the chips   It's a full house tonight -- everybody in town is a loser   Yeah, you bet       The dealer's been dealing me bad hands   From the bottom of the deck without the slightest blush   And I don't know whether to call or check   But right now I feel like I got a royal flush   And my lady didn't show from 'Frisco   But we had to go on with the show   Everybody got stoned -- it was a gas, it was a smash   Everybody got wrecked, checked. Oh, oh, oh, oh.       Oh, Belfast cowboy, lay your cards on the grade   Oh, Belfast cowboy, can you call a spade a spade       Oh, Richard, tell me, is the game poker   I can't understand who the fool is that holds this joker   Is it poker       Oh, Belfast Cowboy, lay your cards down on the table   Oh, Belfast Cowboy, do you think you're able