I´m the dandy highwayman who you´re too scared to mention
I spend my cash on looking flash and grabbing your attention
the devil take your stereo and your record collection
the way you look you´ll qualify for next year´s old age pension
Stand and deliver- your money or your life
try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife
I´m the dandy highwayman so sick of easy fashion
the clumsy boots, peek-a-boo roots that people think so dashing
so what´s the point
of robbery when nothing is worth taking?
it´s kind of tough to tell a scruff the big mistake he´s making
Stand and deliver- your money or your life
try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife
and even though you fool your souls
your conscience will be mine
We´re the dandy highwaymen so
tired of excuses
of deep meaning philosophies where only showbiz loses
we´re the dandy highwaymen and here´s our invitation
throw your safety overboard and join our insect nation
Stand and deliver- your money or your life
try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife
and even though you fool your souls
your conscience will be mine
da diddley qa qa da diddley qa qa [repeat over chorus]
Stand and deliver- your money or your life
Stand and deliver- your money or your life...