Letra de Take your hands out of my pocket

Take your hands outta my pocket, baby
i ain't got nothin' let to loan to you
take your hands 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
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
whoa, yeah
play the blues, n' blow
[instrumental & sax solo]
(jack schroer on the saxaphone)
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, ya take your hand outta my pocket, hu!
i'll ask the judge to set you free.
oh yeah