Lyric:
CHECKMATE May 3/84 Karl Rigelhof

White knight to king's pawn
Black castle covered by the white dawn
White queen takes the black bishop
The players grow weary but still the game goes on

Lay a spade on my diamond
Hit my heart with your club
Trump my ace with your left bower
Read 'em and weep if you can find them

CHORUS:
Life is just a game
In which the stakes are high
You bet it never stays the same
All we can do is try
To win with what luck we have in hand

There's a move left overlooked
A (crooked roll of the)/(roll of (the) crooked) dice
You step right in with your rook
And cut yourself (off) a bigger slice

The deuce is wild
Such a strange twist of fate
Full house takes the pot with style
One last move before checkmate