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!