Stand And Deliver — текст песни (Adam And The Ants)

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

Stand and deliver your money or your life
. . .