| Well, you can stake that claim | |
| Good work is the key to good fortune | |
| Winners take that praise | |
| Losers seldom take that blame | |
| If they don't take that game | |
| And sometimes the winner takes nothing | |
| We draw our own designs | |
| But fortune has to make that frame | |
| We go out in the world and take our chances | |
| Fate is just the weight of circumstances | |
| That's the way that lady luck dances | |
| Roll the bones, roll the bones | |
| Why are we here? Because we're here | |
| Roll the bones, roll the bones | |
| Why does it happen? Because it happens | |
| Roll the bones, roll the bones | |
| Faith is cold as ice | |
| Why are little ones born only to suffer | |
| For the want of immunity | |
| Or a bowl of rice? | |
| Well, who would hold a price | |
| On the heads of the innocent children | |
| If there's some immortal power | |
| To control the dice? | |
| We come into the world and take our chances | |
| Fate is just the weight of circumstances | |
| That's the way that lady luck dances | |
| Roll the bones, roll the bones | |
| Why are we here? Because we're here | |
| Roll the bones, roll the bones | |
| Why does it happen? Because it happens | |
| Roll the bones, roll the bones | |
| Why are we here? Because we're here | |
| Roll the bones, roll the bones | |
| Why does it happen? | |
| Jack relax, get busy with the facts | |
| No zodiacs or almanacs | |
| No maniacs in polyester slacks | |
| Just the facts, gonna kick some gluteus max | |
| It's a parallax, you dig? | |
| You move around the small gets big, it's a rig | |
| It's action, reaction random interaction | |
| So who's afraid of a little abstraction? | |
| Can't get no satisfaction from the facts | |
| You better run, homeboy, a fact's a fact | |
| From Nome to Rome, boy | |
| What's the deal? Spin the wheel | |
| If the dice are hot, take a shot | |
| Play your cards, show us what you got | |
| What you're holding? | |
| If the cards are cold, don't go folding | |
| Lady luck is golden | |
| She favors the bold that's cold | |
| Stop throwing stones | |
| The night has a thousand saxophones | |
| So get out there and rock and roll the bones, get busy | |
| Roll the bones | |
| Why are we here? Because we're here | |
| Roll the bones, roll the bones | |
| Why does it happen? Because it happens | |
| Roll the bones, roll the bones | |
| Why are we here? Because we're here | |
| Roll the bones, roll the bones | |
| Why does it happen? Because it happens | |
| Roll the bones, roll the bones | |
| Why does it happen? Because it happens | |
| Roll the bones, roll the bones | |
| Why are we here? Because we're here | |
| Roll the bones, roll the bones | |
| Why does it happen? Because it happens | |
| Roll the bones, roll the bones | |
| Why are we here? Because we're here | |
| Roll the bones |