Black on the red and the red on the black
It's a tic of a tired mind
Come and sit down, won't you try your luck
See if you unwind

Never use your threes and twos
Follow superstition
Otherwise you are going to lose
Compulsion makes you listen

Take what's wrong, and make it go right
Weave it like a prayer
Wonder if you you'll spend the night?
Playing solitaire?

Do it again, when you find you're all done
Like an idiot savant
Shuffle up your luck You see, you almost won
Now wrestle down what you want

Jack on the Queen, and the ten on the Jack
It's a happy repetition
You and your fate in a kind of check-mate
And you are your only competition

Take what's wrong, and make it go right
Weave it like a prayer
Wonder if you you'll spend the night?
Playing solitaire?