This was a game for the best of the best Those who had crumbled, they had all left Now at the table were four expert players You could count on all of them, they were the stayers
They felt confident, that they were in with a chance This game was their game, they knew the steps of this dance But then at the doorway appeared a spectacular sight They glanced up and received a terrible fright
For standing there in all of his glory Was the Ciggie-Wiggie bluffster, now that is a story This man was notorious throughout the land For winning every time with nothing in his hand
He'd sit there calmly with a blank look on his face And his opponent would start sweating, his heart would race He'd fidget and fuss, his hands would start shaking Even when he knew that the bluffster was faking
Because although he knew with his logical mind That a hand full of nothing was all that he'd find He'd fold every time, could not take the pressure Those blank eyes had spooked him, he did not have their measure