Take off Touch down Out on the edge of sin town Palm trees Warm breeze My baby gives me a gentle squeeze First time That's right Can't wait to see the strip at night The lights go on, but ours go off She wants to keep me all to herself Who am I to put up a fight You know what I'll get if I play my cards right So pour me a drink, a Bacardi on ice And gimme a kiss for good luck From NYC To gay Paris A reader's digest world to see Is that the king? Is that the Palace? Let's raise a toast with a yard long chalice Cold beer In the Stratosphere Think I can see your house from here What the hell? Wedding bells? Or is it my head? I just can't tell. Who am I to put up a fight You know what I'll get if I play my cards right So pour me a drink, a Bacardi on ice And gimme a kiss for good luck Who am I to put up a fight Spin that wheel and tool them dice So pour me a drink, something easy and nice Give me a kiss for good luck Now I need a little bit of trouble So pour me a drink and make it a double Yeah poor me a drink and BLOW ON MY DICE I gotta work on my luck