Well they say that there ain't no gunslingers left in town nBut he’s rollin’ them one-hand ciggies and knocking them coke cans down nNow two times a week one all covers them for a dozen nHe straps that Gretsch on to his neck and gets those silvers tuggin’, now go nnWell I've learned from the best not to trample with others nest nAnd my style belies all the tales and the miles nBut each weekend I own each square metre I'm allowed nI'm your pistol for hire, yeah nThe last gunslinger in town nnWell old band hit the top 50 yeh til it all went pear-shaped nWhen some dick had revelation to record in LA nNow he just can't wait for that sun to hide away nTil that day glow, it's a pain you know, and that buggery sure don't pay, now go nnWell I've learned from the best not to trample where others nest nAnd my style belies all the tales and the miles nBut each weekend I own each square metre I'm allowed nI'm your pistol for hire, yeah nThe last gunslinger in town nnWe're all going to La La land nWe're all going to La La land nTo lights, thick smoke and loud, loud music nIt's the only kinda life you'll ever understand nnWell I've learned from the best not to trample where others nest nAnd my style belies all the tales and the miles nBut each weekend I own each square metre I'm allowed nI'm your pistol for hire, yeah nThe last gunslinger in town