From factories to the daquiris
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

The cocktail desperado who is never what he seems
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

His booth is built for comfort
Like a big-time guru's car
Hе'll get you where you want to
If you want to go too far
El cocktail dеsperado'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 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