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(Police)This is car 64, we are sittin at the county line A tripped out Ford, just flew by, doing 109Lighting ‘em up, and I’m in pursuit, staying on them tightI bet my life, its the crew, that hit the Sands tonight
Just flew into Vegas, And man my arms are tiredMy head is aching and my feet are soreFrom four days of being wiredThe PBR was flowin', And the pinup girls were glowin'Gram was right this ain't no place, For a poor boy like me
ChorusBut Viva (let's rock!)Viva (let's roll!)Viva (let’s rock!)Before we get too old
We were surfing on a tiki wave, casing from stage Slot machines, weren’t the only thing that were gettin' playedMarked cards and whiskey jars, all hustlers just like me I ain’t gonna be poor for long, just you wait and see
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(With a) wink of an eye, (and) one more rye, we’re ready to move inPlace your bets, ‘cause the end of the set, it’s time to cash in No shots fired, the girls we hired can finish off the showOur tripped out Ford is waiting out back, headed to Mexico
ChorusGuitar solo and fade with police voiceover
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