Diamonds and dust
Poor man last, rich man first
Lambourginis, caviar
Dry martinis, Shangri-la
I got a burning feeling
Deep inside of me
It's a yearning
But I'm gonna set it free 

I'm going in to Sin City
I'm gonna win in Sin City
Where the lights are bright
Do the town tonight
I'm gonna win in Sin City 

(I'm [bad word] you baby) 

Ladders and snakes
Ladders give, snakes take
Rich man, poor man, beggarman, thief
Ain't got a hope in [bad word]  that's my belief 

Fingers Freddy, Diamond Jim
They're getting ready, look out [bad word] in
So spin that wheel, cut that pack
And roll those loaded dice
Bring out the dancing girls
And put the champagne on ice