Big Betty or Two-tone Annie his hair was never right
He used to be cool with a glint in his eye
but he lost it overnight
Spinning would change and things are rearranged
and then Annie says to me
Nothing wrong with the way it was
that's the way it's meant to be

Up the revolution we're all prepared to die
Up the revolution that was the battle cry

There's gonna be Hell, Hell to pay
There's gonna be Hell, Hell to pay

Annie was a die-hard rebel
in the good old days of way back when
The cigarette was cool
and all the kids in school could read and count to ten
Annie once said he had a few to bribe
of that there was no doubt
He never could make us understand
what the rebellion was all about

Up the revolution we're all prepared to die
Up the revolution that was the battle cry

There's gonna be Hell -yeah- Hell to pay
There's gonna be Hell, Hell to pay

Two-tone Annie drew up battle plans
for making love not war
Everybody laughed at the fighting in the streets
and behind the garden door
It came to nothing when it all went down
and the band began to play
Another plan put your head
in the sand live to fight another day

Up the revolution we're all prepared to die
Up the revolution that was the battle cry

There's gonna be Hell, Hell to pay
There's gonna be Hell, Hell to pay
There's gonna be Hell, Hell to pay
There's gonna be Hell