作曲 : Crichton, Saga
Aldo's standing at his table 
And he's wondering if he's able 
To pick the number right this time 
He watches as the wheel stops spinning 
Sees the number that is winning 
As he reaches for his glass of wine 
Once he starts it's hard to stop 
He's keepin'up a pace like a tight wound clock 
Be sure you don't step in his way 
He'll keep those numbers rolling 
This may be his last day. 
As all the bets are taken 
Aldo lights a smoke, he's shakin' 
From carnation right to the ground 
He knows tonight holds one last chance 'n gives the wheel a final glance 
Slippery fingers drop the money down 
Once he starts it's hard to stop 
He's keepin'up a pace like a tight wound clock 
And as he leaves the table, [Female voice: "...better luck today?"] 
You can rest assured 
He's comin' back to try again 
Wind him up, he can't stop 
He's wound up tight just like the clock 
That's winding its second hand 
Down Wind him up, he can't stop 
He keeps on going 'round the clock 
He's winding his second hand 
Down Wind him up, he won't stop 
He's wound up tight just like the clock 
That's winding its second hand 
Down Wind him up, he won't stop 
He keeps on going 'round the clock 
That's winding its second hand 
Down Wind him up, he can't stop 
He's wound up tight just like the clock 
That's winding its second hand 
Down Wind him up, he can't stop 
He keeps on going 'round the clock 
He's winding his second hand-