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 world is changing and things are rearranging and but 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, Hell to pay, yeah

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, yeah

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

There's gonna be Hell, Hell to pay

There's gonna be Hell