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 yearning

But I'm going to set it free



CHORUS:

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



Ladders and snakes

Ladders give, snakes take

Rich man, poor man, beggarman, thief

Ain't got a hope in hell, that's my belief



Fingers Freddy, Diamond Jim

They're getting ready,

Look out I'm coming in

So spin that wheel, cut that pack

And roll those loaded dice

Bring on the dancing girls

And put the champaigne on ice