The strip's a siren, neon's a lure, I walk down, down old Vegas floor.
Flickering signs, they whisper tales, of old world blues in their lonesome wales, but through the rubble and the rusted door, it's still your memory I'm fighting for.
Vegas lights, they gleam and moor, oh, darlin', darlin', wasteland roar, but nevertheless, it's you I'm searching for.
Caps jingle in my pocket, might then spend them, but what's the score? Lonely without my vault suit and bays.
New Vegas, I win, auction's all game, Roll the dice once more, though it ain't the same. Companions are sealed by my side, they stride, through the Mojave we take it in stride. High rollers, mutants, the tales they've spun,
All in this wasteland under the scorching sun.
Headline acts, now ghosts of past, Casinos echo, their luck couldn't last.
In Gamora's glow, my pistol's drawn, Atomic cocktails until the dawn.
The kings are crooning Elvis tunes, Ghouls tap their feet under the blue moon.
R. A. 2 in the shadow of the tower, The curious tale of legend born, In the atomic design.
The strip's alive with a jazzy flair, Nostalgic rhythm in the radiated air.
Old time tunes mix with new world despair,
Baby, we got stories to share.