Bachman-Turner Overdrive - Gimme Your Money Please

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"