You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move
Oh when my God gets ready
You gotta move
You gotta move

You may be high
You may be low
You may be rich, child
You may be poor
But when the Lord get ready
You gotta move
You gotta move
Huh Huh, ow

You may be old
You may be young
You may be weak
Maybe high-strung
But when the good Lord get ready
You gotta move
You gotta move

You see that woman
Who walks the street
You see that cop man
Who walks his beat
But when the Lord get ready
You gotta move
You gotta move
You got to... ow

Yeah I was hangin' with the Devil when we made a pact
I'm drinkin' welfare whiskey, smokin' food-stamp crack
It was one part sour, two parts sweet
Three parts strong and four parts weak
I would rather sit on a pumpkin
And have it all to myself
Than to be crowded on a velvet cushion

You may be bad
You cannot see
You may be deaf
It's all meant to be
But when the Lord get ready
You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move

You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move
You got to know
When the God get ready
You gotta move
Huh huh, you gotta

You gotta move!

You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta
You gotta