作词 : Bromberg, Harrison
 [Instrumental Intro
 Stick up your hands
 You must stand and deliver
 My stomach's empty
 My clothes are all torn
 Open your hearts to the joys of the giver
 Only your pockets are terribly worn
 This is a holdup
 No way to mistake it
 We're men of violence
 So don't fool around
 If you have money
 We're going to take it
 You try and stop us
 You'll end underground
 When we get your money
 We'll ride towards the sunset
 At Rosa’s Canteen
 We'll stop by the door
 We'll spend all your money
 Just getting the nose wet
 Tomorrow evening
 We'll be back for more
 So hand us the money
 Don't stand there and shiver
 Tax time is coming
 Give alms to the poor
 Or I’ll put a bullet right through your best liver
 Wealth is disease
 And I am the cure
 [Instrumental Bridge
 When we get your money
 We'll ride towards the sunset
 At Rosa’s Canteen
 We'll stop by the door
 We'll spend all your money
 Just getting the nose wet
 Tomorrow evening
 We'll be back for more
 So hand us the money
 Don't stand there and shiver
 Tax time is coming
 Give alms to the poor
 Or I’ll put a bullet right through your best liver
 Wealth is disease
 And I am the cure