Stand and deliver

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 soul Your conscience will be mine All mine