Take off
Touch down
Out on the edge of sin town
Palm trees
Warm breeze
My baby gives me a gentle squeeze
First time
That's right
Can't wait to see the strip at night
The lights go on, but ours go off
She wants to keep me all to herself
Who am I to put up a fight
You know what I'll get if I play my cards right
So pour me a drink, a Bacardi on ice
And gimme a kiss for good luck
From NYC
To gay Paris
A reader's digest world to see
Is that the king?
Is that the Palace?
Let's raise a toast with a yard long chalice
Cold beer
In the Stratosphere
Think I can see your house from here
What the hell?
Wedding bells?
Or is it my head?
I just can't tell.
Who am I to put up a fight
You know what I'll get if I play my cards right
So pour me a drink, a Bacardi on ice
And gimme a kiss for good luck
Who am I to put up a fight
Spin that wheel and tool them dice
So pour me a drink, something easy and nice
Give me a kiss for good luck
Now I need a little bit of trouble
So pour me a drink and make it a double
Yeah poor me a drink and BLOW ON MY DICE
I gotta work on my luck