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