Lyrics

Felt covered tables, gamblers in tails,
ladies in red tights, harder than nails,
grifters and schemers from near and from far,
drifters and dreamers come to The Paradise Bar.

Here comes Miss Lucy, hold on to your cash,
'cause she'll light you and smoke you right down to the ash.
And there sits Kid Crazy, fast on the draw.
Everyone hangs out here at The Paradise Bar.

In through the front door comes Danny The Turk.
Pickin' and shovelin', he done a hard days work.
Slaps down a nugget and say, "I got more.
The drinks are on me, here at The Paradise Bar."

Well, eyes like an eagle has Lucy for gold.
No need to tell you, for the story's quite old.
But Kid Crazy Loves her, the Turk's gone too far.
Gonna' be murder here at The Paradise Bar.

All of you seekers of lust and of greed,
step to the counter, I've got just what you need.
Lookin' for action? Yyou don't have to look far.
'Cause you'll get satisfaction here at The Paradise Bar.