“A beacon of light shinning in the darkness.”
.. No that sucks
“Las Vegas, an oasis in the midst of a sandy ocean.”
.. God I hate my brain
“For whom the jackpot tolls.”
.. I need a drink
Okay – (cracking knuckles) Here we go ..
London, Paris, Sydney and Rome hear me now.
Go screw yourself.
You’re no longer needed. What have you got?
You aint got game no more.
You want culture?
Vegas has your culture right here baby.
France with your Eiffel Tower and your foo foo art.
Vegas has a better, newer Eiffel Tower and more Picassos than Picasso painted
And guess what; we have Monet toilet paper. You got that? Why bidet when you can Monet?
What did Rome give us? Chef Boyardee and New York style pizza.
Well you can just formaggio this: Vegas has its own Statue of David. Tiny pecker and all.
Did Evander Holyfield ever fight in your Coliseum?
Sydney you make me sick.
You’re too far away and on the wrong side of the Earth.
Let me give you the skinny on London. The sun has set already on your empire.
Big Ben – it’s just a clock. Oh .. Oh what time is it? Let me check Big Ben.
If you want Big Ben – then play the Big Ben Mega Slot.
Vegas has a pyramid, a castle, the Eiffel Tower, Venetian sewer canals and friggin’ white tigers.
We are the embodiment of France without the French.
We are England with better English.
We are Sydney without the fourteen hour flight and deadly spiders.
We have more Italians than Italy.
Viva Las Vegas .. Viva Las Vegas .. Viva Las Vegas
By the way, what does “Viva” mean?
A tribute to my home town. Vegas Baby