Gimme Your Money Please Lyrics - 20th Century Masters - 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