What´s up? What´s up? What´s up motherfucker?
I think I call your bluff
Who´s there? Who´s there?
I think I know, but I don´t think I care
Came in on the Flyer honey, 1952.
I ain´t for hire for money so I´ll tell you what I´ll do
I´m gonna be a gangster, a gangster of love
I might not be Al Capone, but I think I´ll be quite good
I´m all I got right now, so what are we gonna do
I think I´m a desperado, desperate for you

Way cool. Way cool.
I don´t talk like this, but I like to bend the rules.
Too bad, it´s too bad.
To think of the face of a man whose woman you had
Came in on the Silver Streak, 1964.

I ain´t for hire for money, but it sure beats being poor
I´m gonna be an outlaw, just like Jesse James
Rob all of your banks
And the occasional train
And if Bobby Ford should shoot me, I know just what you´d do
That´s why I´m a desperado, desperate for you.

I´m gonna blow your brains out, just like Sirhan Sirhan
You might not remember him, but believe me I sure can
Gonna be a national hero, gonna be a household name
Gonna be like a roaring wind, like a hurricane
You´ll never see it coming, might not hear it too
You know I´m a desperado, desperate for you

Desperate man, you know that´s me

Baby

Nobody knows the trouble I´ve seen
But it can be arranged