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