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