(Young, Young, Scott)      Diamonds and dust   Poor man last, rich man first   Lambourginis, caviar   Dry martinis, Shangri-la   I got a burning feeling   Deep inside of me   Let your love run   I'm going to set it free      I'm going in to sin city   I'm gonna win in sin city   The lights are bright   Through the town tonight   I'm gonna win in sin city      Ladders and snakes   Ladders give, snakes take   Rich man, poor man, beggarman, thief   Ain't got a hope in hell, that's my belief      Fingers Freddy, Diamond Jim   Get ready, I'm coming in   So spin that wheel, cut that rack   And roll those loaded dice   Bring on the dancing girls   And put the champaign on ice