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Ooh Las VegasOoh, Las Vegas, ain't no place for a poor boy like meOoh, Las Vegas, ain't no place for a poor boy like me Every time I hit your crystal city You know you're gonna make a wreck out of me Well, the first time I lose I drink whiskey Second time I lose I drink gin Third time I lose I drink anything 'Cause I think I'm gonna win Ooh, Las Vegas, ain't no place for a poor boy like me, no Ooh, Las Vegas, ain't no place for a poor boy like me Every time I hit your crystal city You know you're gonna make a wreck out of me Well, the queen of spades is a friend of mine The queen of hearts is a bitch Someday when I clean up my mind I'll find out which is which Ooh, Las Vegas, ain't no place for a poor boy like me Ooh, Las Vegas, ain't no place for a poor boy like me Every time I hit your crystal city You know you're gonna make a wreck out of me Well, I spend all night with the dealer Tryin' to get ahead Spend all day at the Holiday Inn Trying to get out of bed Ooh, Las Vegas, ain't no place for a poor boy like me Ooh, Las Vegas, ain't no place for a poor boy like me Every time I hit your crystal city You know you're gonna make a wreck out of me |