I'm the dandy highwayman who you're too scared
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to mention
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I spend my cash on looking flash
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and grabbing your attention
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the devil take your stereo and your record collection
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the way you look you'll qualify
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for next year's old age pension
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Stand and deliver- your money or your life
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try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife
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I'm the dandy highwayman so sick of easy fashion
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the clumsy boots, peek-a-boo roots
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that people think so dashing
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so what's the point
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of robbery when nothing is worth taking?
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it's kind of tough to tell a scruff
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the big mistake he's making
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Stand and deliver- your money or your life
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try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife
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and even though you fool your souls
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your conscience will be mine
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We're the dandy highwaymen so
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tired of excuses
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of deep meaning philosophies where only showbiz loses
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we're the dandy highwaymen and here's our invitation
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throw your safety overboard and join our insect nation
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Stand and deliver- your money or your life
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try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife
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and even though you fool your souls
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your conscience will be mine
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DA diddley qa qa DA diddley qa QA (repeat over chorus)
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Stand and deliver- your money or your life
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Stand and deliver- your money or your life...
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Stand And Deliver
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| Sugar Ray |
