We met in Vegas, I tore my best red suit And lady luck had just smacked my face. The lanky croupier was dealin` on you hard I thought that maybe I could be your ace
Then like a slingshot right in the butt of fate, We`re tradin` winkers and countin` beans. We hit the window, and all night long We bounced upon a mattress full o`paper greens.
Ahh, the morning sun was an egg yolk we`d never seen, We`re chugging cokes like we`re sippin` champagne I got a steak on my eye, but don`t you ever cry I`ll make you happy as a duck someday
I was a sucker for the pickup, The stickup, and every saucy hiccup, The foam-mouth mongrel of love. Ain`t nothing worse in my brain than When I feel too sane, And how I wish I`m gonna find my home.
I think it suits me - Australian ostrich boots. I think it suits you - a diamond ring. I think it suited the man who said so much so fast To steal away with every last damn thing.
Aah the morning sun was an eyeball we`d never seen, But there was red in the sclera of love. We pulled the one-armed bandits And we ate our sandwiches Of knuckles in a black leather glove
You were a runner for the mixup, The fixup, and gettin` boys` wicks up, A lift-off locust of love. Ain`t nothin` worse in your mind than When you`re feelin` fine, And now I think I`ve finally found my home Yes Sir! and now I think I`ve finally found my home, HEY!!
Now it`s amazing how you`ve become my mom, Crazy wacky how I`m my pop. I still got raspberry seeds between my teeth, And now I`m slurpin` from a bowl o`slop.
The funky monkey still flips his chips about, I guess it`s just in my genes to roam. So like a gunshot right in the butt of fate, I think I wish I`m never goin` home, No Sir! I think I wish I`m never goin` home...
I was a junkie for the break-up, The make-up, and every little shake-up, The flip-top twister of love. Ain`t nothin worse in my mind than When I`m feelin` fine, And now I wish I`m never goin` home