Lyrics

"Fred’s Folly"
(Lyrics - M. Novak, C. Webster - Music - M. Novak)


Our friend Fred on his first trip to Vegas
Tickets to see a band that once was famous
With the lights, shows, meals and gaming
He is setup for a weekend of playing

Fred sees the lights, the wheels and the cards
After an hour well Fred’s losing hard
To slow the bleeding Fred turns to eating
The meal was a snack but his wallet took a beating

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Fred’s folly is well on it’s way Fred’s Folly
The gamblers folly
Money means nothin’ in this fantasy land
Money flies freely from Fred’s foolish hand


Fred’s walking the strip feeling lonely and forlorn
He’s approached by a girl who was recently born
He digs in his pockets there’s not very much
She laughs, saying that won’t get you much touch

He again feels the lure, the tables are calling
Pawning his watch the cash return was appalling
Fred’s folly is he feels he can’t lose
All gamblers feel this way but end up with the blues

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Fred now sees the homeless and understands why
With rent coming due will Fred get by
Vegas goes on every day and night
After all is said and done the winnings are slight

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