aldo's standing at his table
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 keeping up a pace like a tight wound clock
be sure you don't step in his way
he'll keep those numbers rolling
as all the bets are taken
from carnation right to the ground
he knows tonight holds one last chance
he gives the wheel a final glance
slippery fingers drop the money down
once he starts it's hard to stop
he's keeping up a pace like a tight wound clock
and as he leaves the table
he's coming back to try again
he's wound up tight just like the clock
that's winding its second hand down
he keeps on going 'round the clock
he's winding his second hand down
he's wound up tight just like the clock
that's winding its second hand down
he keeps on going 'round the clock
that's winding its second hand down
he's wound up tight just like the clock
that's winding its second hand down
he keeps on going 'round the clock
he's winding his second hand