Ace in the Hole

If my brain is simply uncanny
When I'm in a spot
When I'm in a spot, it's true
I always know what to do
It's because my clever old granny
Knew, oh, such a lot
She was older than God
So it doesn't seem odd
That granny knew, oh, such a lot

To ready me and steady me
For the battle of men and mice
Each night grandmommy
Would pat on my tummy
And give me this good advice
This perfect advice

Bad times may follow your tracks
Sad times may bar you from Saks
At times when Satan in slacks
Breaks down your self control
Maybe, as often it goes
Your A.B. may tire of his rose
So baby, this rule I propose
Always have an ace in the hole

Bad times may follow your tracks
Sad times may bar you from Saks
At times when Satan in slacks
Breaks down your self control
Maybe, as often it goes
Your A.B. may tire of his rose
So baby, this rule I propose
Always have an ace in the hole

Always have an ace in the hole