Lyrics

Beedle eedle op bop
Beedle eedle op bop
Beedle eedle op bop
Beedle aye aay

I think it?s going to rain today
But I don?t care I?m on my way
To Vegas

I step into a storm of thunder
Lift my head and smile at heavens best
I?m heaven blessed

Chorus

I feel as if I?m ten feet tall
I could drive real far and have a ball
In Vegas

Now I know that my heart is free
I?ve thrown away those self inflicted chains
From a bygone day

Chorus


I don?t want L.A, don?t want Reno
Or to sanctify my soul
In a church down south

Don?t need no classic cars
Or t?bum like a hobo round Mexico no no
I?m going to Vegas