As you step onto the sand of the city
Glistening brightly in the sun such a sight
Reflected by the Mirage of the water
Under the shadows of the glass pyramid
And the illuminated lights call you from Paris
To New York and to the dueling Knights
And you journey in minutes that stretch
Into days that transform into nights
Yes, the city of sin they call it.
As you languidly lie near pools of water
Basking under sunlight content in your plight
As gambled earnings pile and deplete
You scream in joy and dismay but repeat
This routine every day spent in laughter
Wine that flows, as the island pirate crows
You dance to beats under the dazzling night
You throw the dice and it then will slice
The table and the crowd and you shall delight.
Oh weary traveler,
Welcome to the sin of the city!