Planet Vega$ Digs Ya

Words and music by Robert Battaile Copyright 2001 All rights reserved.

Las Vegas. Planet Vegas like nobody knows.


Atom Bombs and UFO’s. Missing gangsters severed toes. Lots o’ women in scanty clothes

High desert vistas with Indian relics. And Elvis Wedding Chapels to infinity.

Museums. Liberace’s is cool. Escorts for nerdsandorks, too. This whole damn place is a zoo.

Endangered tigers. Ungendered magicians. Wild Gaming. We don’t call it gambling anymore.

CHORUS:

Outrageous Planet Vegas. Excessive will suffice.

Oh, Planet Vegas. What a pair – a dice.

Whatever suits your fancy, whatever tweaks your mind.

Come and go, leave your money behind. Come and go, leave your money behind.

Planet Vegas digs ya. Planet Vegas digs ya. Planet Vegas digs ya. Planet Vegas one more time.

Teaming herds of conventioneers. Fat wallets and appetites, too. Thirty million and growing so

The city fathers are welcoming them with Handouts. Titillating little handouts. All you can read.

Pornstars in cyberspace. King Kong on the Stratosphere. The Eiffel Tower and a pyramid with

Your own private limo. A high roller suite and Coupons. That’s right, baby. Coupons for all you can eat.

CHORUS:

Outrageous Planet Vegas. Excessive will suffice.

Oh, Planet Vegas. What a pair a dice.

Whatever suits your fancy, whatever tweaks your mind.

Come and go, leave your money behind. Come and go, leave your money behind.

Planet Vegas digs ya. Planet Vegas digs ya. Planet Vegas digs ya. Planet Vegas no more times.

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