What's up? What's up?
What's up motherfucker? I think I call your bluff
Who's there? Who's there?
I think I know, but I don't think I care
Came in on the Flyer honey, 1952
I ain't for hire for money
So I'll tell you what I'll do
I'm gonna be a gangster, a gangster of love
I might not be Al Capone
But I think I'll be quite good
I'm all I got right now
So what are we gonna do
I think I'm a desperado
Desperate for you
Way cool. Way cool
I don't talk like this, but I like to bend the rules
Too bad, it's too bad
To think of the face of a man whose woman you had
Came in on the Silver Streak, 1964
I ain't for hire for money
But it sure beats being poor
I'm gonna be an outlaw, just like Jesse James
Rob all of your banks
And the occasional train
And if Bobby Ford should shoot me
I know just what you'd do
That's why I'm a desperado
Desperate for you
I'm gonna blow your brains out
Just like Sirhan Sirhan
You might not remember him
But believe me I sure can
Gonna be a national hero
Gonna be a household name
Gonna be like a roaring wind, like a hurricane
You'll never see it coming
Might not hear it too
You know I'm a desperado
Desperate for you
Desperate man, you know that's me Baby
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
But it can be arranged
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