Rockapella: Flip-top twister of love

We met in Vegas, I tore my best red suitAnd lady luck had just smacked my face.The lanky croupier was dealin' on you hardI thought that maybe I could be your aceThen like a slingshot right in the butt of fate,We're tradin' winkers and countin' beans.We hit the window, and all night longWe bounced upon a mattress full o'paper greens.Ahh, the morning sun was an egg yolk we'd never seen,We're chugging cokes like we're sippin' champagneI got a steak on my eye, but don't you ever cryI'll make you happy as a duck somedayI was a sucker for the pickup,The stickup, and every saucy hiccup,The foam-mouth mongrel of love.Ain't nothing worse in my brain thanWhen I feel too sane,And how I wish I'm gonna find my home.I think it suits me - Australian ostrich boots.I think it suits you - a diamond ring.I think it suited the man who said so much so fastTo steal away with every last damn thing.Aah the morning sun was an eyeball we'd never seen,But there was red in the sclera of love.We pulled the one-armed banditsAnd we ate our sandwichesOf knuckles in a black leather gloveYou were a runner for the mixup,The fixup, and gettin' boys' wicks up,A lift-off locust of love.Ain't nothin' worse in your mind thanWhen you're feelin' fine,And now I think I've finally found my homeYes Sir! and now I think I've finally found my home, HEY!!Now it's amazing how you've become my mom,Crazy wacky how I'm my pop.I still got raspberry seeds between my teeth,And now I'm slurpin' from a bowl o'slop.The funky monkey still flips his chips about,I guess it's just in my genes to roam.So like a gunshot right in the butt of fate,I think I wish I'm never goin' home, No Sir!I think I wish I'm never goin' home...I was a junkie for the break-up,The make-up, and every little shake-up,The flip-top twister of love.Ain't nothin worse in my mind thanWhen I'm feelin' fine,And now I wish I'm never goin' home