(Party, do it 'till tomorrow) 'Till we get to Las Vegas Whatever happens here, stays here So let's go all the way dear Til we get to Las Vegas Got a shit-eatin' grin Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties again We're in Sin City

Silence is the enemy Scream it out loud You got to show them You are the chosen We are the broken We got to show them We never wanted it to be this way They never listen to a word we say So scream your heart out

And experience robs me of hope Without thinking of them I said there's two kinds of men in this world and you're neither of them And his fist Cut the smoke I had an eighth of a second to wonder if he got the joke And in the car

All I'm ever askin' for is time I just needed time to clear my mind What I want is already mine (It my fault, yeah yeah) I got women callin' my phone like I owe them some' It's kinda my fault, I guess I showed them some' No shit, I treat my dick like

Lets get this party started Lets keep them 40s poppin' So just get buzzed and stay fucked up We'll keep them panties droppin' Everywhere I go Bitches always know That Charlie Scene has got a weenie that he loves to show That Charlie Scene got a weenie

Everywhere I go Bitches always know That charlie scene has got a weenie that he loves to show (bitch) That charlie scene has got a weenie that he loves to show Lets get this party started Lets keep them 40s poppin' So just get buzzed and stay fucked up

Hey Romeo, let's go down to Mexico Chase senoritas drink ourselves silly Show them Mexican girls a couple real hillbillies Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck Fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck Said don't you know all those little