Lyrics:

I'm the dandy highwayman who you're too scared to mentionI spend my cash on looking flash and grabbing your attention
The devil take your stereo and your record collectionThe way you look you'll qualify for next year's old age pensionStand and
Deliver your money or your lifeTry and use a mirror no bullet or a knifeI'm the dandy highwayman so sick of easy fashionThe
clumsy boots, peek-a-boo roots that people think so dashingSo 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 makingStand and Deliver your money or your lifeTry and use a mirror no b
ullet or a knifeAnd even though you fool your soulYour conscience will be mineAll mineWe're the dandy highwayman so tired o
f excusesOf deep meaning philosophies where only showbiz losesWe're the dandy highwayman and here's our invitation