Desperate For You

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 Sir. Han Sir Han

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