Cocktail Desperado

From factories to the daquiri's
Low lights of the lounge
Happy hour's not happy
It's lonesome, lost and found
When the have-not's will just have to share
Their television dreams with
The cocktail desperado who is never what he seems

The cocktail desperado, hides behind a smile
Big gold tooth Eldorados, ride you in style
And if you're not drunk or crazy he'll still get you in-between
'Cause the devil is his chauffeur honey and loves his limousine

His boot is built for comfort
Like a big-time Guru's car
He'll get you where you want to
If you want to go too far
El coctail desperado's loaded deck behind the wheel
He's got diamonds on his pinkie baby
And his gangs, let's make a deal

Learnt it all from Monty Hall

From factories to the daquiri's
Get lowdown in the lounge
Them havenots they just have to
Spread their lies around
And that cocktail desperado's like some
Yankee from the South
He got a little bitty head to go with that
Great big mouth



Credits
Writer(s): David Byrne, Terry Allen
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