c*cktail Desperado lyrics

[Verse 1]
From factories to the daiquiris
The lowlights of the lounge
Their happy hour's not happy
It's lonesome, lost and found
When the have-nots who just have to share
Their television dreams with
The c*cktail desperado
Who is never what he seems

[Verse 2]
The c*cktail desperado
Hides behind a smile
Big gold tooth El Dorados
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 love's his limousine

[Verse 3]
His booth is built for comfort
Likе a big-time guru's car
He'll get you whеre you want to
If you want to go too far
El c*cktail desperado's
Loaded deck behind the wheel
He got diamonds on his pinkie, baby
And his game's "Let's Make a Deal"
(Learned it all from Monty Hall)
[Verse 4]
From factories to the daiquiris
Get lowdown in the lounge
Them have-nots they just have to
Spread their lies around
And that c*cktail desperado's
Like some Yankee from the South
He got a little bitty head
To go with that great big mouth (Hoo)