Drivin' that chop caddy creep show,
Hundred and sixty, mean and low
Under the evil moonlight
Drivin' through the hot, desert night,
Little demonette sitting next to me
Off to Vegas to get married
Gonna get hitched in the temple of sin,
Got us a ghoul for a chaplain

Straight to the top of the bottom in the city of lights
Baby, let's ride Mama, let's ride

Have an itchy finger that's got to be pleased
Feeling those satin panties
It's so hot it can't be right
Got a lot of cash in the city of lights
Flyin' through the hot, desert night,
Like bats of evil under neon light,
Corked to the gills with redemption
Our saving grace is we're ready to win!

Snakes and scorpions watchin' me go
Yucca Mountain's nuclear glow
Skeleton's from where? I don't know
Faces from the past, maybe they're ghosts

Gettin' it all in the chapel of love
Elvis visited from above
Blessed us all in the chapel of sin
Now we're ready to cash it in
Trippin' through the night desert fast and low
Christian Bob on the radio
Screaming at me, telling me where I'm gonna go
I'll see him in hell I already know!