Fliptop twister of love!

We met in Vegas, I tore my best red suit
And lady luck had just smacked my face
The lanky croupier was dealin' on you hard
I thought that maybe I could be your ace

Then like a slingshot right in the butt of fate
We're tradin' winkers and countin' beans
We hit the window, and all night long
We 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' champagne
I got a steak on my eye, but don't you ever cry
I'll make you happy as a duck someday

I 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 than
When 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 fast
To 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 bandits
And we ate our sandwiches
Of knuckles in a black leather glove

You 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 than
When you're feelin' fine
And now I think I've finally found my home
Yes Sir! and now I think I've finally found my home

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 buckshot 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 than
When I'm feelin' fine
And now I wish I'm never goin' home