I said "Get it in gear, let me make just one thing clear."
No-one told me, someone sold me.
I said "Colour my mind, 'cause the questions hard to find."
Won't you tell me, don't you sell me.

You got to hold your bullets, baby.
You know I got a right to plead.
You're about a rollin' mover honey,
Living pretty as you please.

Won't you take off that disguise, I can't see it in your eyes.
Where's the shelter, where's the shelter.
Oh! I ain't no disgrace but you can see it in my face,
It's gettin' better, gettin' better now.

You got to hold your bullets, baby.
You know I got a right to plead.
You're about a rollin' mover honey,
Living pretty as you please.

GUITAR SOLO

You got to hold your bullets, baby.
You know I got a right to plead.
You're about a rollin' mover honey,
Living pretty as you please.

Yeah-yeah-Hey-Yeah !
I said "Get it in gear." "Get it in gear."
"Get it in gear." "Get it in gear."
You're a rollin' mover honey.
You know I got a right to plead.
Living pretty as you please.
Living pretty as you please, now.
Living pretty as you please.
Living pretty as you please, now.