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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
