Cocktail Desperado - Terry Allen & The Panhandle Mystery Band

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

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 cocktail desperado's like some

Yankee from the South

He got a little bitty head to go with that

Great big mouth oh