On My Way to Vegas

On my way to Vegas
It's the land of the free
And I'll be rocking there all night long
For all the world to see

And (inaudible) upon
You can just stay away
And if you listen real closely
You can still hear my guitar play

(inaudible)

Well I'm looking around here
Well, tell me what you see
I've got a group of bombitos (?)
That are constantly following me

And (inaudible) try to run and hide
So I could get away
But then they (?) think of my trusty guitar
Just wait 'till you hear 'em (?) play

Alright now

You hear that six-string player
That's what we call one mean guitar
So you better get out of its way
Alright… one, two, three, go!

Some people call me a nomad
But I don't care what they think
I'm coming here to rock your town
I'll be crowned as the rock-n-roll king
And when the day becomes the night
We can dance 'till the light (inaudible)
So bring your dancing shoes along
And you'll hear my guitar play

Oh, yeah
That's rock, baby