- cifra
Diamonds and dust
Poor man last
Rich man first
Lamborghini's, caviar
Dry martinis, Shangri-la
I got a burnin' feeling
Deep inside of me
It's a yearnin'
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
Let me roll ya baby
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 Freddy, Diamond Jim
They're getting ready
Look out, I'm comin' in
So spin that wheel, cut that pack
And roll them loaded dice
Bring on the dancin' girls
And put the champagne on ice
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
