Your Gang, Our Gang - The Auteurs

They don’t know what I want

They don’t know what I mean

I was kicking around on a can

Thinking about your gang, your gang

Your gang, our gang

Your gang, our gang

Always get your man

Always get your man

Always get your man

Your gang, our gang

Get your man

Well there’s gonna be a fist fight

And there’s gonna be a bitch fight

And they traced me to a city pub

On a Saturday night, on a Saturday night

Your gang, our gang

Your gang, our gang

Your gang heart of the mainstream

Our gang nerve of the slipstream

I was thinking around the can

Thinking about your gang, your gang

Your gang, our gang

Your gang, our gang

Always get your man

Always get your man

Always get your man

Your gang our gang

Get your man