Franz's Last Hand

[Verse] Franz thought he had the winning hand, But luck slipped through his fingers like sand. His chips dwindled, his heart sank low, In this high-stakes game, he's got nowhere to go. [Chorus] Oh Franz, oh Franz, your luck's run dry, In this game of poker, you're saying goodbye. The cards have spoken, the chips all flown, Oh Franz, oh Franz, you're on your own. [Bridge] As the dealer lays down the final card, Franz knows it's over, it's just too hard. But he'll walk away with his head held high, Knowing he gave it his all, though he said goodbye. [Chorus] Oh Franz, oh Franz, your luck's run dry, In this game of poker, you're saying goodbye. The cards have spoken, the chips all flown, Oh Franz, oh Franz, you're on your own.