Movers And Shakers

The boy stood in the burning slum Better times had to come Fate lay in the hands that clap The muscles that move & the power that raps He went up on money street Waving an poping to the beat Off his wits an on his feet He worked a coin from the cold concrete Movers & shakers come on you got what it takes to make it Movers an shakers come on even if you have to fake it Where the highway meets the lights With a red bandanna & rapid wipes He shines Glass and he cleans chrome He'll accept what he gets thrown This man earns cos its understood Times are bad and he's makin good Down on him but he's got it beat He's working coin from the cold concrete Movers & shakers come on....etc And when I see you down & I say That aint no way through that aint no way through Movers & shakers come on....etc Way back in some city heat When a friend was anybody with food to eat It was lousy life with a leaking roof We got up to find that truth Make a drum from a garbage can Allow your tongue to be a man When the beat propels you off your seat You got it made in the cold concrete Movers & shakers come on!