Cocktail 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 cocktail desperado Who is never what he seems [Verse 2] The cocktail 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 cocktail 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 cocktail desperado's Like some Yankee from the South He got a little bitty head To go with that great big mouth (Hoo)
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Credits
- Writers
- Terry Allen