We called you Madame Zilch Before the ball Rolled And we were dead on How could we have known. Your name was something Russian And it sounded harsh Just like the Zeros You dealt us with panache. The wheel kept revolving For a half hour or so And we saw all of our numbers And more pass go But you kept striking Zero And spoiling the show Soon after a Double And nothing to front Which made us see trouble And let's not be blunt. When you lose at Roulette It's not always bad luck.