Letras: David Lee Roth. Eat 'Em And Smile. Elephant Gun.

Every inch of you looks like a lady
So don't get caught here in the city at nite
And if you wanna take a chance and go down crazy
I sell protection for a price

Well, call it love or call it murder
This is the crime of the century
No, don't point that thing on me

All in all my aim is better shots as clean
As a mean goal-getter, a bad man on the run
I'm gonna be your dark stranger
Contact man 'tween you and danger
I'll protect you baby, with my elephant gun

Every minute counts and you play both sides
Of the law, mmm, these dangerous days
Mean nine lives doin' anything at all
A lot of folks been blown away

Well, call it love or call it murder
This is the crime of the century
No, don't point that thing on me

All in all my aim is better shots as clean
As a mean goal-getter, a bad man on the run
I'm gonna be your dark stranger
Contact man 'tween you and danger
I'll protect you baby, with my elephant gun

Bang

Well, call it love or call it murder
This is the crime of the century
No, don't point that thing on me

Don't try to use that thing on me