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Take Your Hands Out of My Pocket Lyrics Artist(Band):Van Morrison
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' (applause) 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 Thank you very much If you find some error in Take Your Hands Out of My Pocket Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Take Your Hands Out of My Pocket The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Van Morrison" Music | | ||||||||||||
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