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Y'all still want me to come with you?
Bright light city gonna set my soul, gonna set my soul on fire There's a whole lot of money that's ready to burn So get those stakes up higher. There's a thousand pretty women just a-waiting out there, And they're all livin' devil-may-care. I'm just the devil with a love to spare. Viva Las Vegas. Viva Las Vegas. Ah, thank-ya very much baby. And how I wish that there were more Than twenty-four hours in the day. But even if there were forty more, I wouldn't sleep a minute away. Oh, there's blackjack and poker and a roulette wheel. A fortune won and lost on every deal. All you need's a strong heart and a nerve of steel. Viva Las Vegas. Viva Las Vegas. Viva Las Vegas. Viva Las Vegas. Viva Las Vegas with your neon flashin', And your one-armed bandits crashin' All those hopes down the drain. Viva Las Vegas turnin' day into nighttime, Turn the night into daytime, If you see it once, you'll never come home again. I'm gonna keep on the run, I'm gonna have me some fun, If it costs me my very last dime. If I wind up broke, Then I'll always remember that I had a swingin' time. I'm gonna give it everything I've got. Lady Luck please let the dice stay hot. Let me shoot a seven with every shot. Viva Las Vegas. Viva Las Vegas. Viva Las Vegas. Viva Las Vegas. Viva, Viva. |
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| 2. |
| 4:45 |
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Well I was rollin' down the road in some cold blue steel,
I had a bluesman in the back, and a beautician at the wheel. We're going downtown in the middle of the night We was laughing and I'm jokin' and we feelin' alright. Oh I'm bad, I'm nationwide. Yes I'm bad, I'm nationwide. Easin' down the highway in a new Cadillac, I had a fine fox in front, I had three more in the back. They sportin' short dresses, wearin' spike-heeled shoes, They smokin' Lucky Strikes, wearing nylon too. Welcome back, we're nationwide. Yeah we bad, we're nationwide. Well I was movin' down the road in my V-8 Ford, I had a shine on my boots, I had my sideburns lowered. With my New York brim and my gold tooth displayed, Nobody give me trouble cause they know I got it made. I'm bad, I'm nationwide. Girl I'm bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, I'm nationwide |
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| 4:46 |
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When you get up in the morning and the light is hurt your head
The first thing you do when you get up out of bed Is hit that street a-runnin' and try to meet the masses And go get yourself some cheap sunglasses Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Spied a little thing and I followed her all night In a funky fine levis and her sweater's kind of tight She had a west coast strut that was sweet as molases But what really knocked me out was her cheap sunglasses Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Now go out and get yourself some thick black frames With the glass so dark thay won't even know your name And the choice is up to you cause they come in two classes Rhinestone shades and cheap sunglasses Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah |
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| 3:59 |
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I got to have a shot Of what you got it's oh so sweet You got to make it hot Like a boomerang I need a repeat Gimme all your lovin' all you hugs and kisses too Gimme all your lovin' don't let up until we're through You got to whip it up And hit me like a ton of lead If I blow my top Will you let it go to your head Gimme all your lovin' all your hugs and kisses too Gimme all your lovin' don't let up until we're through You got to move it up And use it like a screwball would You got to pack it up Work it like a new boy should Gimme all your lovin' all your hugs and kisses too Gimme all your lovin' don't let up until we're through |
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| 4:13 |
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Clean shirt, new shoes
and I don't know where I am goin' to. Silk suit, black tie, I don't need a reason why. They come runnin' just as fast as they can 'cos every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man. Gold watch, diamond ring, I ain't missin' not a single thing. Cufflinks, stick pin, when I step out I'm gonna do you in. They come runnin' just as fast as they can 'Coz every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man. Top coat, top hat, And I don't worry coz my wallet's fat. Black shades, white gloves, lookin' sharp lookin' for love. They come runnin' just as fast as they can 'Coz every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man. |
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| 4:31 |
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She's got legs, she knows how to use them.
She never begs, she knows how to choose them. She's holdin' legs wonderin' how to feel them. Would you get behind them if you could only find them? She's my baby, she's my baby, yeah, it's alright. She's got hair down to her fanny. She's kinda jet set, try undo her panties. Everytime she's dancin' she knows what to do. Everybody wants to see, to see if she can use it. She's so fine, she's all mine, girl, you got it right. She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them. She's got a dime all of the time, stays out at night movin' through time. Oh, I want her, sure, I got to have her, the girl is alright, she's alright. |
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| 3:39 |
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She likes wearin' lipstick, she likes French cuisine
but she won't let me use my passion unless it's in a limousine. She got me under pressure, she got me under pressure. She likes the art museum, she don't like Pavlov's dog. She fun at the mind museum, she likes it in a London fog. She don't like other women, she likes whips and chains. She likes cocaine and flippin' out with great Danes. She's about all I can handle, it's too much for my brain. It's got me under pressure, It's got me under pressure. I'm gonna give her a message, here's what I'm gonna say: "It's all over." She might get out a nightstick and hurt me a real real bad by the roadside in a ditch. It's got me under pressure, it's got me under pressure. It's got me under pressure, it's got me under pressure. |
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| 4:02 |
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When it's cold outside and you want to sleep in,
go for a pallet that's nice and thin. Zip it on around while it's on the ground, spread it out and lay it on down. Slip inside my sleeping bag, slip inside my sleeping bag. You're afraid of the dark, baby, don't be shy. We'll talk about some lovin' while we look at the sky. Don't be hesitating, it'll be alright, we'll tuck it in until it's clean out of sight. Slip inside my sleeping bag, slip inside my sleeping bag. Let's go out to Egypt 'cause it's in the plan, sleep beside the pharoahs in the shifting sand. We'll look at some pyramids and check out some heads. Oh, we'll whip out our mattress 'cause there ain't no beds. Slip inside my sleeping bag, slip inside my sleeping bag. |
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| 4:04 |
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What can I do, I'm a nervous wreck? There's girls everywhere, I better go and check. CHECK IT OUT I can't tell a diamond from a hole in the ground. They all got my head spinning round and round. Planet of women, oh yeah. The planet of women, oh yeah. It's driving me insane. They start by acting just a little discreet. Then they're in the skies and they're in the streets. You can find them in cars or a hotel lobby, they're easy to find, just look for the body. Planet of women, oh yeah. Just a planet of women, oh yeah. It's driving me insane. If you have the answer, drop me a line today or send a straight jacket something in a shade of gray. I think I've sprained my brain 'cause it won't unwind. Every day it's man against man on the planet of women, oh yeah. Just a planet of women, oh yeah. It's driving me insane, it's driving me insane. |
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| 4:50 |
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What in the world's come all over me? I ain't got a chance of one in three. Ain't got no rap, ain't got no line but if you'll give me just a minute I'll be feelin' fine. I am the one who can fade the heat, the one they all say just can't be beat. I'll shoot it to you straight and look you in the eye. So gimme just a minute and I'll tell you why I'm a rough boy, I'm a rough boy. I don't care how you look at me because I'm the one and you will see we can make it work, we can make it by. So give me one more minute and I'll tell you why I'm a rough boy, I'm a rough boy. |
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| 4:21 |
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I'm shufflin' thru the Texas sand, but my head's in Mississippi. I'm shufflin' thru the Texas sand, but my head's in Mississippi. The blues has got a hold of me. I believe I'm gettin' dizzy. (Spoken: Help me now.) I keep thinkin' 'bout that night in Memphis, Lord, I thought I was in Heaven. I keep thinkin' 'bout that night in Memphis, I thought I was in Heaven. But I was stumblin' thru the parking lot of an invisible seven eleven. (Spoken: What was I doin out there?) Where's my head baby? Somewhere in Mississippi. Last night I saw a cowgirl. She was floatin' across the ceiling. And last night I saw a naked cowgirl. She was floatin' across the ceiling. She was mumblin to some howlin' wolf about some voodoo healin'. (Spoken: Mmm Baby |
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| 3:53 |
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I got shot through a space not long ago,
I thought I knew the place so well. It wasn't the same, now it goes to show, Sometime you never can tell. I'm lookin' high and low, don't know where to go, I got to double back, my friend. The only way to find, what I left behind I got to double back again, double back again. You know I'm movin on in this fine machine, Rollin' on through the night. Seein' things like I've never seen And it's taking me outta sight. Lookin' high and low, don't know where to go, I got to double back, my friend. The only way to find, what I left behind I got to double back again, double back again. It's got me up and down, I been lost and found, Down in a deep dark hole. Looks like my luck has changed, I been rearranged And I'm coming out on a roll. Lookin' high and low, don't know where to go, I got to double back, my friend. The only way to find, what I left behind I got to double back again, double back again. |
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| 3:32 |
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I bet the derby and I won by a nose,
I bet Vegas and they took my clothes. Bettin' Monte Carlo I was showin' my stuff, I bet on you baby, now ain't that enough? You got to give it up, Give it up baby. Give it up. You got to give it up, baby, tell me where it's at. Well there's a few more things you need to know about me, I trained "Trigger" single-handedly. I invented see-through negligees, And I bought the flying saucer off the Presley estate. You got to give it up, You got to give it up baby. Give it up. You got to give it up, baby, tell me where it's at. I fell in love down in Mexico, Thunderbird wine's the only way to go. I been in love ten thousand times, All you got to do is remember my line. Give it up. Give it up, baby, Give it up. You got to give it up, baby, tell me where it's at. Come on, give it up. Give it up, baby. Give it up. You got to give it up, baby, tell me where it's at. |
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| 3:43 |
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She likes to shoot her gun,
Shootin' at the target of love. She likes to load her chamber, Hot and tight like a black leather glove. She's a little freak, but she'll take you in. You might be sittin' at the end of a firing pin. Gun love, gun love, gun love, She's a real gun lover, Gun love, gun love, gun love, She's a real gun lover tonight. She's so particular, she likes a Smith and Wesson or Colt. But she'll give you some lovin' as long as she's cockin' the bolt. Better hold on when she's up to her tricks Playin' Russian Roulette but she'll load all six. Gun love, gun love, gun love, She's a real gun lover, Gun love, (gun love) gun love, (gun love) gun love, She's a real gun lover tonight. She likes the punch deep down in her pistolero. Running with the wild bunch, makin' like a Robert Dinero. She's kinda shy but make no mistake, She'll shoot you full of love till your love bone aches. Gun love, gun love, gun love, She's a real gun lover, Gun love, (gun love) gun love, gun love, She's a real gun lover tonight. She's a real gun lover. She's a real gun lover tonight. |
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