Stand and deliver!
I'm the dandy highway-man
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 highway-man
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
. . .
And even though you fool your soul
Your conscience will be mine - all mine.
We're the dandy highway-men
So tired of excuses
Of deep meaning philosophies
Where only showbiz loses.
We're the dandy highway-men
And here's our invitation
Throw your safety overboard
And join our insect nation.
Stand and deliver your money or your life
. . .
Even though you feel your soul
. . .
Stand and deliver your money or your life
