She was late
To the party
Couldn't find a thing to wear
She looks just like Sharon Stone
Posing for Playboy
As she reads Voltaire

One more pretty girl
Crying the tears of a child
Now her boyfriend's
Trying to con some mafia guys
On Deuces wild
'till they say, "HEY YOU!"

So he jumps out the window
Throws all the money in the
Back of his Jag
Then they chase him through town
They're gonna make him their new punching bag

But they lose him in jersey
Now he's with his girl back home
He says, "I had a little troublepack your things
We're going to Rome
I been up all night
But I'll sleep on the plane"

It's gonna be a brand new life for us, my love
You'll wear your white Fake Fur
In the Vatican Hall

You know I told 'em I don't take requests
I gotta get my beauty rest
So I'll Sleep on the Plane
Yeah I'll sleep on the plane
Guess I'll sleep on the plane