(Strummer/Rhodes)



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!