Strolling down the strip, we were straight strip all the dealers we were straight gin sipping Go gamble, fuck hos, knows everybody smokes dope You can on our clothes A little bit of indo a bit of girls Because we kind of curious what was under their skirts
Oh, we're just around They don't know we're just fucking
Split it, hit it, win it, stick for a minute Throw bill in it; though, you'll be broke without credit You will be glad that you did, 'cause you'll be up and faded With a digger who's pretty and thinks that you're rich and witty
Oh, we're just fucking They don't know we're just fucking
I'd been stinking drinking My boys are I'm thinking I needed a for the weekend On to the hotel the beacon I gave a tip to this it was a chip worth a grip but that was it A wink and a key and I went to my Oh, not two, were three different whores all for me What a time what a place won't remember my face
No one knows, oh, we're fucking around They don't know we're just fucking
Soon afternoon came and I'd been up for two I had played the same game with and hos you know how it goes Our weekend had with all the hos we befriended But our egos had landed since we went home empty Come on and let's go, let's go hit the road for four home We'll go and get stoned and no one will