Thirty Grand in an Alligator Suitcase

Well I dropped thirty grand on the nugget slots,
I had to sell my ass on Fremont Street.
And the drummer said there's sanctuary,
Over at the Bagdad room.

Oh and now that's one for the money, two for the show,
Three to get ready and go man go!
I said tell me Mister Siegel,
How do I get out of here?

Max Jenkins likes to have a good time. Maybe too much of a good time.

So when he finds thirty thousand dollars just lying on the side of the road in a beat up alligator suitcase, the first thing he thinks about is having a damn good time.

Not getting charged with counterfeiting.

Written for this contest. The lyrics above are from Tom Waits' song Mr. Siegal. All other content is copyrighted to myself, waits., effective immediately.
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