A hired gun.
A man with no name.
And when you meet him,
You will never be the same.
Feet in the gutter.
Got his head in the stars
And his middle name's fun,
The hired gun.
Hired gun now.
Wo-oh, wo-oh, wo-oh-oh-oh
Time to get the hell outta Dodge.
Hired gun now,
Wo-oh, wo-oh, wo-oh-oh-oh
Time to get the hell outta Dodge.
A hired gun.
If you know what I mean.
Never leaped away,
And he keeps himself clean.
You got no money, baby,
He got the time.
And his middle name's fun,
The hired gun.
Hired gun now,
Wo-oh, wo-oh, wo-oh-oh-oh
Time to get the hell outta Dodge.
Hired gun now,
Wo-oh, wo-oh, wo-oh-oh-oh
Time to get the hell outta Dodge.
He's a
A hire gun,
And he's not on the file.
No name, red card number,
Just a service with a smile.
Money walks, money talks, honey.
Is his point of view.
And you've got yourself some trouble,
'Cos he got it up for you.
He's a
A hired gun.
And just so you know,
the places he has been,
You don't wanna go.
You got yourself a missile,
Way out of the blue.
He's got a rocket in his pocket,
And it's homing in on you.
Hired gun now,
Wo-oh, wo-oh, wo-oh-oh-oh
Time to get the hell outta Dodge.
Hired gun now,
Wo-oh, wo-oh, wo-oh-oh-oh
Time to get the hell outta Dodge.
Adam Ant