Take your hand outta my pocket, baby I ain´t got nothin´ left to loan to you Take your hand outta my pocket I ain´t got nothin´ left to loan to you If you don´t take your hand out
I´m gonna call the police on you
I got hip to your record The first thirty-five seconds I got in town, now I got hip, hip to your record The first thirty-five seconds that I got in town If you don´t take your fingers off my wallet I believe the man, is gonna take you down, now
Whoa, yeah
Play the blues, n´ blow
Jack Schroer on the saxaphone Applause
I don´t mean anybody no harm I just want what belong to me
I don´t mean no one, no harm, no-no I just want, just want what belong to me So, if ya take your hand outta my pocket, hu! I´ll ask the judge to set you free