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...