Van Morrison - Take Your Hands Out Of My Pocket lyrics

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