Don't look down on me, Daisy I just need a little more time Four bald tires on a GTO Quarter tank of rocket fuel ready to roll Bandana cover up my face Slide into the first city bank With a slick black 357 I don't wanna use First shot rings out as I walk through the door Put the money in the bag, everybody on the goddamn floor I know I saw you in the pew last Sunday But then everything changed come Monday The bright pink letter from the bank gave me nothin' to lose So don't look down on me, Daisy I just need a little more time I know my mama she been prayin' Prayin' I make it out alive Keep my sweaty finger pressed against that ice cold trigger While that second hand counts down like a nine-pound hammer Don't be a hero, keep your hands up high Do what I say and we'll be all right While the sirens scream and time is runnin' out It's too late to turn back now Don't look down on me, Daisy I just need a little more time I know my mama she been prayin' Prayin' I make it out alive ♪ Face-to-face with the boy in blue We both wore red when we were back in school Now two Friday night small town stars Couldn't be farther apart As time stands still and we both know we've gotta do Don't look down on me, Daisy I just need a little more time I know my mama she been prayin' Prayin' I make it out alive No, don't look down