| As I Was Drivin' Through Las Vegas
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| By the way of Farnsworth Road,
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| There was a pretty dame, so I asked her name,
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| And said she carried quite a load.
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| She said, «I don’t have time for strangers.»
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| I said, «There's no one stranger than me.»
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| She said, «you lend me advance, and I’ll give you no sass
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| La Vega delivery.»
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| I said, «A gal like you, with hair like that
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| All alone makes me rather sad.»
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| She said, «Go at the girls? |
| I’m a jealous girl,
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| And if he heard you he’d be mighty mad.»
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| But it was much too late for runnin',
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| Cause behind me stood an eight foot goon.
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| He said, «I'll warn ya once,"with a simple punch,
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| And I sank like a lead balloon.
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| And now I’m drivin' through Las Vegas,
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| With a lump that’d heat the stove.
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| And if I get the chance, I’ll keep it in my pants,
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| On my way down Farnsworth Road!
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| Yeah! |