A slow, long stroll down the Las Vegas Strip

What I would give for just one more trip

To experience the glitz, the homelessness, the lights

All the bimbos, the beauties, the drunk fights

But to feel at home again, what a thrill

Until, that is, you check your hotel bill

With a smirk and your card, you punch your info in

And with a giant hangover, your journey back begins

One day you’ll return, to this paradise on earth

But only after you rebuild your self worth

As you check your bag and get onboard

You tell yourself “I hope that shit, they did not record”