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? 
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 souls 
Your conscience will be mine all mine 

We're the dandy highwaymen so tired of excuses 
Of deep meaning philosophies where only showbiz loses 
We're the dandy highwaymen, here's our invitation 
"Throw your safety overboard and join our insect nation" 

Stand and deliver your money or your life! 
Try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife! 
And even though you fool your souls 
Your conscience will be mine, all mine 

Da diddley qa qa, da diddley qa qa 
Da diddley qa qa, da diddley qa qa 
Da diddley qa qa, da diddley qa qa 
Da diddley qa qa, da diddley qa qa 

Stand and deliver your money or your life! 
Stand and deliver your money or your life! 
Stand and deliver your money or your life!