As the sun is sinking low

and the evening's tucked in tow

On the horizon, my true love I see.

She ain't fancy, she ain't fine

While her fingers number only nine

She's the belle of the ball of the insurgency.

She's my Bandit Queen, lain beneath the moon

In a bandit cave, a blanket laid for two

If I could find a way to your hideaway by the sea

O Bandit Queen, steal away to me.

Somewhere on a mountain, by a starry water fountain

In an alcove hid by some trees

Amidst a pile of treasure, reclining at her leisure,

My ladylove sniffs as the breeze.

And sitting up, she adjusts her turban

And takes another swig from a bottle of bourbon

And listening to the whistling of a train at station

Odd are it will never reach its destination.

'Cause the Bandit Queen, astride her steed will ride

O let me be the on to lay within your theivin' arms tonight.

She's my Bandit Queen, lain beneath the moon

In a bandit cave, there's a blanket laid for two

If I could find a way to your hideaway by the sea

O Bandit Queen, steal away to me.