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 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      Baby      Nobody knows the trouble I've seen   But it can be arranged