Vegas [The Falling Wallendas featuring Todd Sucherman]
Vegas
Written by Allen Keller and Scott Bennett
Carla's boss drove her out of town
When someone told his wife they were sleeping around
With her severance pay she got a french manicure
An Amtrack ticket and an artifical fur
Rode the Empire Builder out west one day
Shacked up with an Asian croupier
Who wore an opal ring, Tony Lama boots
A three gallon hat and his birthday suit
In Vegas
Las Vegas
She read that in India
They burn their pretty brides
And in other countries
They shoot them for their hides
But not in Vegas
You dreamt Wayne Newton'd leave you tix to his show
Sinatra'd pick you up in his stretch limo
Every morning a rose on your pillow
And an envelope to help you pay off your Fiero
Your family thinks you're an au pair
Your friends think you're kept by some billionaire
But on top of you a rancher spews
Red Man into a cup and it splashes on you
In Vegas
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