Turn the wheel and let it spin Tip the glass and see the bottom Can't you see you'll never win Oh, I'm tired of singing my song in Las Vegas Where's the last real place you've been Getting here is lots of trouble Oh, I'm not coming back again Oh, I'm tired of singing my song in Las Vegas Tries to imitate the world Just like looking in a window Plastic men and fainted girls Oh, I'm tired of singing my song in Las Vegas . . . Monuments are filled by men Hopping on the plastic columns Take a look at Boulder Down Oh, I'm tired of singing my song in Las Vegas
