Diamonds and dust (home at last) 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 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 (I'm gonna rule you baby) 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 champaign on ice
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