Van Morrison
take your hand out of my pocket
Take your hand outta my pocket, baby
I ain't got nothin' that belong to you
Take your hand outta my pocket
I ain't got nothin' that belong to 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
First thirty five seconds that I got in town
If you don't take your fingers off my wallet
I believe the man, gonna take you down, whoa, yeah
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, oh
I'll ask the judge to set you free
Oh, yeah
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- Keep Me Singing
- Duets: Re-Working The Catalogue
- Astral Weeks
- Born to Sing: No Plan B
- Playlist
- Keep It Simple
- Moondance
- His Band And The Street Choir
- Miscellaneous
- A Night In San Francisco
- Come Running (Live at the Troubadour)
- Inarticulate Speech Of The Heart (Expanded Edition)
- A Night In San Francisco (Live)
- Tupelo Honey (Expanded Reissue)
- The Skiffle Sessions: Live In Belfast
- His Band And The Street Choir (Expanded Edition)
- Astral Weeks: Live At the Hollywood Bowl
- Back on Top
- Live at the Grand Opera House Belfast
- Wavelength