Hustler Groove Songtext

von Apollo 440

It was full moon in the middle of June
In the summer of ‘59
I was young and cool,
Shot a bad game of pool
And hustled all the chumps I could find

The main hustler's rule is don't blow your cool

I partied hard
And packed a mean rod
And played the horses at the track
I've won at cards, against tremendous odds
My favorite game was black jack!
Yes, I was hound studs dream!
A hustler supreme!
There wasn't no game that couldn't I couldn't play
And if I caught a man cheatin'
I would give ‘em a beatin'
And I might even blow him away!

The main hustler's rule is don't blow your cool

Back when I was young and cool
Dancing to the hustlers groove And not a time flew by
And it was soon July
And the days grew funky and hot
And me and Spoon
We played it cool
And I taught him to shoot pool
Till he could soon sink three in one shot
Kept him under wraps
Till he had master shooting craps
And could deal a winning hand
We would practice all day
And at night we would play
Poker, Tonk and Cooncan

When I was young and cool
Dancing to the hustlers groove Don't blow your cool!

Back when I was young and cool
Dancing to the hustlers groove Don't blow your cool!

Now you could feel all the tension
Building up at the convention
As the hustlers began to arrive
Must have been 9000 or more
That came to the door
The time was 11: 55

There were pickpockets, dope peddlers, murderers and thieves
Card shark gamblers with aces up their sleeves
Bank robbers, burglars, boosters and pimps
Prostitutes and call girls and all kinds of nymphs
Loan sharks, swindlers, counterfeiters and fences
Crooked politicians spending campaign expenses
Hijackers, arsonists, bookies and the mob
And anybody else who ever killed, cheated or robbed

The main hustlers rule is don't blow your cool.

It was full moon in the middle of June
In the summer of ‘59
I was young and cool, shot a bad game of pool
And hustled all the chumps I could find