Las Vegas, four studs in swim trunks
At the hotel sleeping in twin bunks
Wake up and I'm having a blast
And I head down stairs with a handful of cash
Get a car with party inside
Driven by an i-Pad with a band playing live
Top floor and I put on my shades
While two young girls come by and they say
Lights out and I want to get next to you
Get your number, you know I would text you too
What next? I don't know what to do
What I want to do is see the girls at the pool
Get, get it, get it get it on
And I want to get it on to my unrequited love song
Whip, whip it. Whip it, whip it out
Whip it out, whip it out, so they know what you're about
One works for a celebrity cruise line
I don't know about the other, but she looks fine
In the pool do my Mark Ronson mating dance
Pretending to skip rope and then I slip into my fight stance
You four boys are the hottest on the rooftop
Please won't you join us and we'll make the other shoe drop
And what's it take to have a six-man chicken fight
Two girls, two guys, and two more watching from the sidelines
Fresh grapes? Please drop them in my mouth
And then whisper to me softly 'bout the Southwest by South
And does your cruiseship sail in reverse and tell me
What's it going to take to be your on-staff nurse
Lights out and I want to get next to you
Listen closely, hear what I expect of you
What next? I don't know what to do
What I want to do is see the girls at the pool
And what's it going to take to make our way back downstairs
And if you don't mind filling out all of these questionaires
Not yet? Fine, get a little higher
But I think that poor Mark Ronson's starting to get tired
Late night, in our skelletor sweatsuits
Shades on, wearing Big Fraz's black boots
El Cortez lobby looking at your Instagram
How much should we bring
I think we'll need about a kilogram
Phone rings! We all start to clap
Tragically two pool girls had to take a nap