Shouting And Pointing - Mott The Hoople

There’s trouble coming

I feel it deep in my bones

I can’t avoid it, no way,

Gotta face it, not gonna be long

It’s got me shouting, pointing,

panting, begging tonight

I need some people

To see me through it Loving me right

Gonna pull some tarts together

Better dress them up in leather

Gonna find some kindred spirits

Gonna throw the searchlight in it Want some volunteers!

You do and you do and you do Get in to trouble

And maybe you do and you do and you do Get in to luck

'cos I’ve been shouting, pointing, panting

And when it’s done

We’re gonna walk out smiling, laughing

Because we won!

Gonna pull… (etc)

Watch out, they’ll get ya They’re hiding under your nose

They’ll try to dare you, scare you, snare you

Stand on your toes

'cos they’ll be shouting, pointing, panting

And when it’s done

We’re gonna settle down a-loving, and a-howling

Because we won

Gonna pull… (etc)