Time To Step It Up

I know I could count my curses,

every reason
for a 'thanks, but no thanks'
well rehearsed reply

and wait for the sun to swell
and swallow us all.

I know it's the proper thing,
and prudence is king.

But why would I want to waste
a cool hat and a hot streak,
five steps that can kill a cobra
in mid strike

and song on my tongue,

a motherfucking song,
you hear?

Bringing nothing to the table
means there's nothing to lose
and all the reason to wing it.

Wager a dance with this jester,
cool hat, five step shoes,

and if there's no music,
I'll sing it.