Apollo 440 - Hustler Groove lyrics
[Apollo 440 - Hustler Groove lyrics]
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
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