Songtexte Sport - Lightnin' Rod

It was a full moon
In the middle of June
In the summer of fifty-nine
I was young and cool
And shot a bad game of pool
And hustled all the chumps I could find

Now they called me Sport
'Cause I pushed a boss short
And loved all the women to death
I partied hard
And packed a mean rod
'N could knock you out with a right or a left

I had learned to shoot pool
Playing hooky from school
At the tender age of nine
And by the time I was eleven
I could pad-roll seven
And down me a whole quart of wine

I was makin' it a point
To smoke me a joint
At least once during the course of a day
And I was snortin' scag
While other kids played tag
And elders went to church to pray

I've pitched pennies
And downed bennies
And played the horses at the track
I've won at cards
Against tremendous odds
And my favorite game was Black Jack

I've seldom lost
'Cause my game was so boss
I mean I had my shit down, pal
And I was runnin' through bitches
Like rags to riches
'Cause that's where my heart was at

Yea, I was a down stud's dream
A hustler supreme
There wasn't no game that I couldn't play
And if I caught a dude cheatin'
I would give him a beatin'
And I might even blow 'em away!