Click.
Click.
Click.
Who's leading now?
Who's leading now?
There's always one, the mountain builder
New little towers, perfect little castles
Every pot they win, another colorful skyscraper
Growing taller, hand after hand
Everybody notices
Nobody says a word until someone jokes
I think we're gonna need a building permit
But here's the secret, the chip leader changes
More often than the weather
Who's the chip leader now?
Take a picture, it might not last
Who's the chip leader now?
The next hand can change it fast
Build them high, watch them fall
Tonight, we've all been there
Big stack, small stack
We're all playing the very same game
Stack em, stack em
Higher, higher
Higher
Leo quietly builds another tower
Stan says, I'll catch you
Boston grins like he's already won
The rookie looks confused
Wait, are we supposed to organize them by color?
Everybody laughs
Five minutes later, the rookie doubles up again
Nobody understands anything anymore
Poker's funny
The biggest stack can disappear
Before your coffee gets cold
One brave call, one perfect bluff
One unbelievable river
And suddenly, the king becomes
Just another player
The chips don't belong to anybody
They're only visiting
Sometimes they stay a while
Sometimes they pack their bags
Without warning
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Who's got the big stack?
Not for long
Who's feeling lucky?
Everybody
Who's feeling nervous?
Everybody dealer
One more hit
All the chips in the middle
The chips in the middle
All the chips in the middle
The chips in the middle
Funny thing is, nobody remembers
Who had the biggest stack
At 8 o'clock or 9 or 10
They remember the comeback
The impossible bluff
The ridiculous call
The laugh that made everyone forget
There was even a tournament
There was even a tournament
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Who's the chip leader now?
Maybe you, maybe me, maybe nobody
For very long
Play it bold, play it smart
Play with style, play with heart
Because the real leader
Is the one who makes
The whole table smile
Leader, leader, one more hit
One more round
Leader, leader, one more round
The tallest stack slowly disappears
Back into little piles
Ready for next Sunday
A reminder that every game
Starts exactly the same way
With one deck, one table
And a room full of possibilities
Shuffle, deal, smile
Shuffle, deal, smile