At 6 o'clock in the morning, the duty calls every day His job smells bad like a fish in a trash-can And his eyes are small and looking sad
By little and little his friend had left But he thought he wouldn't mind 'Cause in the evening when the day's gone He's the master of the gambling-den
The trouser-pockets are filled with coins so heavy they're hanging down to his knees The slot machines sweat like a stembath And the pinball shoots them all
[chorus] Roll my ball roll - this is the chance To get out of control Roll my ball roll - it's my show And I need these points to win
Solo: Thies, Frank
He doesn't need any communication 'Cause gamblers are lonely people
