Adam Ant – Stand And Deliver Lyrics

It’s kind of tough to tell a scruff the big mistake
he’s making
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 highwayman so tired of excuses
Of deep meaning philosophies where only showbiz loses
We’re the dandy highwayman and here’s our invitation
“Throw your safety overboard and join our indignation”
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
Da diddley qua qua da diddley qua qua(>< 20) Stand and Deliver your money or your life Stand and Deliver your money or your life I’m the dandy highwayman 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 highwayman 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?