Stand and deliver!

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 to use a mirror
Not a bullet or a knife

I'm the dandy highwayman 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 he's making

Stand and deliver
Your money or your life
Try to use a mirror
Not a bullet or a knife

And even though you fool your soul
Your conscience will be mine
All mine