We're the hedge-fund highwaymen so tired of excuses

I'm the hedge-fund highwayman who you're too cross to mention
I spent your cash on looking flash and grabbing your attention
The devil take your stereo and your record collection!
Because I've sold them off along with your old age pension!

Stand and deliver your money or your life!
Sold down the river with trouble and strife!

I'm the hedge-fund highwayman so sick of easy fashion
The clumsy boots, washed-out roots that people thought so dashing
So what's the point of robbery when nothing's left worth taking?
Its kind of tough to tell a scruff the big mistake we're making

Stand and deliver your money or your life!
Cry me a river or stab me with a knife!

And even though you fool your souls
Your savings will be mine
All mine

We're the hedge-fund highwaymen so tired of excuses
Of deep meaning philosophies where only the taxpayer loses
We're the hedge-fund highwaymen and here's our invitation
Throw your safety overboard and join our insect nation

Stand and deliver your money or your life!
Look in the mirror the greed is still rife!

And even though you fool your souls
Your savings will be mine, all mine

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!.