| Diamonds and dust |
| Poor man last, rich man first |
| Lamborghini’s, caviar |
| Dry martinis, Shangra-la |
| I got a burning feeling |
| Deep inside of me |
| It’s a yearning |
| But, I’m gonna to set it free |
| I’m goin' in- to Sin City |
| I’m gonna win- in Sin City |
| Where the lights are bright |
| Through the town tonight |
| I’m gonna win in Sin City |
| Oh, I’m gonna roll you, baby |
| Snake eyes, wooo |
| Ladders and snakes |
| Ladders give, snakes take |
| Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief |
| Ain’t got a hope in hell, that’s my belief |
| Fingers Finney, Diamond Jim |
| Ya' better get ready ready, look out, I’m comin' in |
| So, spin that wheel, cut that pack |
| And roll those loaded dice |
| Bring on the dancing girls |
| And put the champaign on ice |
| I’m goin' in to Sin City |
| I’m gonna win- in Sin City |
| Where the lights are bright |
| Through the town tonight |
| I’m goin' in to Sin City |
| I’m gonna roll you baby |