Diamonds and dust
Poor man last, rich Mon. first
Lambourginis and caviar
Dry martinis, Shangri-la
I got a burning feeling
Deep inside of me
And it's yearning
But I'm gonna set it free
I'm coming in to his city
I'm gonna win in his city
Where the Lights Are Bright
Through the town tonight
I'm gonna win in Sin City
Oh, I'm gonna rule you baby
Come one, Oh!
Ladders and snakes
Ladders give, snakes take
Rich man, poor man, beggarman, thief
Is not got a hope in hell, that's my belief
Fingers Freddy, Diamond Jim
They're getting ready, and I'm coming in to get you babe
So spin that wheel, roll those dice
Cut those load of decks
Bring on the dancing girls
And put the campaign on ice
Wow, come on
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