Give Me Your Money Please Songtext
von 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 to, you know, he staggered 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"

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 shot glass eye

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"