I'm sitting at a table, playing poker. I'm beating the snot out of some joker.
Ace in my hand, a king too. I'm looking at the shown cards. A four, three, six, seven, and two.
I had them going, taking my bluff. They had just about had enough.
I bet it all. All that I had. My winning streak was about to turn bad.
My poker face on... My hand looking tough. They had bet all of their stuff.
The timer was ticking... He was gonna fold... Then we heard the ring of old.
My phone played the Maple Leaf Rag. What happened next was a real drag.
I picked up my phone, and gave it away. My face was showing the cards, or so they say.
He played his hand. A pair of tens. Man, he upped the bet to his mercades Benz!
I had to give up twelve six-packs of Coca-Cola. All because of the music... by Motorola.