All those kisses that we stole   they're all cast in fire and gold.   in a gold no one can weigh,   we made out like bandits, babe.      And all those Bonnies, all those Clydes,   they're amateurs to you and I,   and coming home's a prison break   we made out like bandits, babe.      And all that love, all those mistakes   and what else can a poor man make,   do you wonder if there was   any rich folks rich as us?      And they say those two won't get far   in the backseat of a car   but we pulled off the interstate   and out like bandits babe.      and we pulled off the interstate   and made out like bandits, babe.