Gimme Your Money Please

Bachman Turner Overdrive

I was walking on down the alley


When a face I've never seen


Came so from deep in the darkness


And his mouth came on real mean


And I saw that he'd been liquored


And he staggered up to -- you know -- he staggered up to his feet


And he said, "Boy, you'd better move real slow


And gimme your money please."


He said, "Gimme your money please."


Wasn't that strange


Wasn't that strange indeed


Wasn't that strange


Wasn't that strange indeed


He said, "Gimme your money please."


He said, "Gimme your money please."


Being born and raised in New York


There ain't nothing you won't see


'Cause the streets are filled with bad goings-on


And you know that's no place to be


But my car broke down in the evening


You know it just stopped stone cold


Stopped stone cold in the street


And a dirty mean man with sharp glass eyes


He said, "Gimme your money please."


He said, "Gimme your money please."


Wasn't that strange


Wasn't that strange indeed


Wasn't that strange


Wasn't that strange indeed


He said, "Gimme your money please."


He said, "Gimme your money please."


Being born and raised in New York


There ain't nothing you won't see


'Cause the streets are filled with bad goings-on


And you know that's no place to be


But my car broke down in the evening


You know it just stopped stone cold


Stopped stone cold in the street


And a dirty mean man with a shotgun in his hand


He said, "Gimme your money please."


He said, "Gimme your money please."


Wasn't that strange


Wasn't that strange indeed


Wasn't that strange


Wasn't that strange indeed


He said, "Gimme your money please."


He said, "Gimme your money please."


He said, "Gimme your money please."


He said, "Gimme your money please."


(Awww!)