As Slick Philly and Miss Montesquieu stood dumbfounded by the rail, and the rocking of the steamer rose to a fevered pitch, a guitar appeared in Slick's hands and he started to madly strum, as Miss Barky and her newly-materialized trumpet lashed out the heart-pounding solos--thus the musical interlude began, as various montage images of the heightening tension flashed by....

Away, the joker's closing in, reform and they will win
The light is fading fast
I know, you know, they know, we all know
Everybody's gonna burn down

The girls come crawling on all fours, banging on locked doors
High cards call the tune
I know, you know, they know, we all know
Everybody's gonna burn down

Play me another hand
Lose everything I am
Until we meet again...

The ace, that's hiding up your sleeve
Will cause the world to grieve, the love you had is gone
I know, you know, they know, we all know
The dream, in every player's heart, to win it all not part
They lie awake at night
I know, you know, they know, we all know

The game, where gamblers rule the night
And got your blood they might, the joker's closin' in
I know, you know, they know, we all know...


--Slick Philly Matt