[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)