歌手:Motörhead
专辑:《Snake Bite Love》

作词 : Motorhead
作曲 : Phil Campbell/Mikkey Dee/Lemmy Kilmister
What's up?
What's up?
What's up ************?
I think I call your bluff
Who's there?
Who's there?
I think I know, but
I don't think
I careCame in on the
Flyer honey, 1952
I ain't for hire for money so
I'll tell you what
I'll doI'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
BabyNobody knows the trouble
I've seenBut it can be arranged