Van Morrison - Take Your Hand Out of My Pocket lyrics

Take your hand outta my pocket, baby I ain't got nothin' left to loan to you Take your hand 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, now 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, now Whoa, yeah Play the blues, n' blow 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, if ya take your hand outta my pocket, hu! I'll ask the judge to set you free. Oh yeah Yeah, thank you very much