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 takes you 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, peekaboo 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 is maken.
Stand and deliver,
your money or your life!
Try and use a mirror,
no bullet or a knife!
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 deliever,
your money or your life!
Try and use a mirror,
no bullet or a knife!
Even though you fool your soul,
your conscience will be mine!
All mine!
[Repeated: Da-Dee-Daa-Lee Qua-Qua]
Stand and deliver,
your money or your life!
Stand and deliver,
your money or your life!
Stand and deliver,
your money or your life!
Stand and deliver,
your money or your life!
Stand and deliver,
your money or your life!
Stand and deliver,
your money or your life!