these las vegas eyes
and tombstone hands
cuttinn the rug up

yer all 7s and 8s baby
all day and all night

you got flourescent gas in yer lungs
and marque lips

but the gumption and the gas powers
burnin yer gut
cant hold out forever

for the dancing
the feet
and the trees in the wind
soft shoe tonight
cuz in this lighting
i aint got strength to jitterbug