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 and the power that raps
 He went up on money street
 Waving and popping to the beat
 Off his wits and on his feet
 He worked a coin from the cold concrete
 Movers and shakers come on
 You got what it takes to make it
 Movers and 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 it's 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 and shakers come on
 You got what it takes to make it
 Movers and shakers come on
 Even if you have to fake it
 And when I see you down and I say
 That ain't no way through, that ain't no way through
 Movers and shakers come on
 You got what it takes to make it
 Movers and shakers come on
 Even if you have to fake it
 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 and shakers come on
 You got what it takes to make it
 Movers and shakers come on
 Even if you have to fake it
 Movers and shakers come on
 You got what it takes to make it
 Movers and shakers come on
 Even if you have to fake it
 Come on...