The Rolling Stones lyrics - Album: Beggars Banquet [1968]

Sympathy For The Devil

Please allow me to introduce myself

I'm a man of wealth and taste

I've been around for a long, long year

Stole many a man's soul and faith

And I was 'round when Jesus Christ

Had his moment of doubt and pain

Made damn sure that Pilate

Washed his hands and sealed his fate

Pleased to meet you

Hope you guess my name

But what's puzzling you

Is the nature of my game

I stuck around St. Petersberg

When I saw it was a time for a change

Killed the Czar and his ministers

Anastasia screamed in vain

I rode a tank

Held a general's rank

When the Blitzkrieg raged

And the bodies stank

Pleased to meet you

Hope you guess my name, oh yeah

What's puzzling you

Is the nature of my game, oh yeah

I watched with glee

While your kings and queens

Fought for ten decades

For the Gods they made

I shouted out

"Who killed the Kennedys?"

When after all

It was you and me

Let me please introduce myself

I'm a man of wealth and taste

And I laid traps for troubadors

Who get killed before they reached Bombay

Pleased to meet you

Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah

But what's puzzling you

Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby

Pleased to meet you

Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah

But what's confusing you

Is just the nature of my game

Just as every cop is a criminal

And all the sinners Saints

As heads is tails

Just call me Lucifer

'Cause I'm in need of some restraint

So if you meet me

Have some courtesy

Have some sympathy, and some taste

Use all your well-learned politesse

Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah

Pleased to meet you

Hope you guessed my name, um yeah

But what's puzzling you

Is the nature of my game, um baby, get down

Woo, who

Oh yeah, get on down

Oh yeah

Oh yeah!

Tell me baby, what's my name

Tell me honey, baby guess my name

Tell me baby, what's my name

I tell you one time, you're to blame

Ooo, who

Ooo, who

Ooo, who

Ooo, who, who

Ooo, who, who

Ooo, who, who

Ooo, who, who

Oh, yeah

What's me name

Tell me, baby, what's my name

Tell me, sweetie, what's my name

Ooo, who, who

Ooo, who, who

Ooo, who, who

Ooo, who, who

Ooo, who, who

Ooo, who, who

Ooo, who, who

Oh, yeah

No Expectations


Take me to the station

And put me on a train

I've got no expectations

To pass through here again

Once I was a rich man

Now I am so poor

But never in my sweet short life

Have I felt like this before

You heart is like a diamond

You throw your pearls at swine

And as I watch you leaving me

You pack my piece of mind

Our love was like the water

That splashes on a stone

our love is like our music

its here, and then its gone

So take me to the airport

And put me on a plane

I got no expectations

To pass through here again

Dear Doctor


Oh help me, please doctor I'm a damaged

There's a pain where there once was a heart

It's sleepin, its a beatin'

Can't ya please tear it out, and preserve it

Right there in that jar?

Oh help me please mama, I'm sickning

Its today that's the day of the plunge

Oh the gal I'm to marry

Is a bow-legged sow

I've been soakin up drink like a sponge

"Don't ya worry, get dressed", cried my mother

As she plied me with bourbon so sour

Pull your socks up, put your suit on

comb your long hair down,

for you will be wed in the hour

So help me, please doctor I'm damaged

There's a pain where there once was a heart

I'm, sleepin, its a beatin

Can't ya please tear it out, and preserve it

Right there in that jar?

Ohh help me, please doctor I'm damaged

There's a pain where there once was a heart

Its sleepin, its a beatin'

Can't ya please tear it out, and preserve

Right there in that jar?

I was tremblin, as I put on my jacket

It had creases as sharp as a knife

I put the ring in my pocket

But there was a note

And my heart jumped it jumped into my mouth

It read, "Darlin', I'm sorry to hurt you.

But I have no courage to speak to your face.

But I'm down in Virginia with your cousin Lou

There be no wedding today."

So help me, please doctor I'm damaged

You can put back my heart in its hole

Oh mamma, I'm cryin

Tears of relief

And my pulse is now under control

Parachute Woman


Parachute woman, land on me tonight

Parachute woman, land on me tonight

Well, I'll break big in New Orleans

and I'll overspill in Caroline

Parachute woman, join me for a ride

Parachute woman, join me for a ride

I'll make my blow in Dallas

and get hot again in half the time

Parachute woman, will you blow me out?

Parachute woman, will you blow me out?

My heavy throbbers itchin'

just to lay a solo rhytm down

Jig-Saw Puzzle


There's a tramp sittin' on my doorstep

Tryin to waste his time

with his mentholated sandwich

He's a walking clothes line

And here comes the bishops daughter

On the other side

She looks a triffle jeolous

She's been an outcast all her life

Me, I'm waiting so patiently

Lying on the floor

I'm just trying to do my jig-saw puzzle

Before it rains anymore

Oh the gangster looks so frightning

with his luger in his hand

when he gets home to his children

he's a family man

but when it comes to the nitty-gritty

he can shove in his knife

Yes he really looks quite religious

He's been an outlaw all his life

Me, I'm waiting so patiently

Lying on the floor

I'm just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle

Before it rains anymore

Me, I'm waiting so patiently

Lying on the floor

I'm just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle

Before it rains anymore

Oh the singer, he looks angry

At being thrown to the lions

And the bass player, he looks nervous

About the girls outside

And the drummer, he was shattered

Trying to keep up time

And the guitar players look damaged

They've been outcasts all thier lives

Me, I'm waiting so patiently

Lying on the floor

I'm just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle

Before it rains anymore

And as twenty thousand grandma's

Waving thier hankies in the air

All burning up their pensions

And shouting, "It's not fair!"

There's a regiment of soldiers

Standing looking on

And the queen is bravely shouting,

"What the Hell is going on?"

With a blood-curdling "tally-ho"

She charged into the ranks

And blessed all those grandma's who

With their dying breaths screamed, "Thanks!"

Me, I'm waiting so patiently

With my woman on the floor

We're just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle

Before it rains anymore

Street Fighting Man


Everywhere I hear the sound of marching charging feet, boy

Cause summer's here, and the time is right

For fighting in the street, boy

But what can a poor boy do

except to sing for a rock and roll band

'cause in sleepy London town

There's just no place for a street fighting man! No!

Hey! think the time is right for a palace revolution

But where I live the game to play

Is compromise solution

Well then what can a poor boy do

except to sing for a rock and roll band

'cause this sleepy London town

Is just no place for a street fighting man! No!

Hey, said my name is called disturbance

I'll shout and scream

I'll kill the king

I'll rail at all his servants

Well what can a poor boy do

except to sing for a rock and roll band

'cause this sleepy run down town

Is just no place for a street fighting man!

Prodigal Son By Rev. Wilkins


Well a poor boy took his father's bread and started down the road

started down the road

Took all he had and started down the road

Went out of his world, where God only knows

And that'll be the way to get along

Well poor boy spent all he had, famine swept the land

famine swept the land

Spent all he had and famine swept the land

Said "I believe I'll go and hire me to some man"

And that'll be the way to get along

Well, man said "I'll give you a job for to feed my swine

For to feed my swine

I'll give you a job for to feed my swine"

Boy stood there and hung his head and cried

`Cause that is no way to get along

Said "I believe I'll ride, believe I'll go back home

Believe I'll go back home

Believe I'll ride, believe I'll go back home

Or down the road as far as I can go"

And that'll be the way to get along

Well, father said see my son coming home to me

Coming home to me

Father ran and fell down on his knees

Said "sing and praise, lord have mercy on me"

They said

Oh poor boy stood there, hung his head and cried

Hung his head and cried

Poor boy stood there, hung his head and cried

Said "father will you look on me as a child?"

Yeah

Well father said "eldest son, kill the fatted calf,

call the family round

Kill that calf and call the family round

My son was lost but now he is found

But that's the way for us to get along"

Hey

Stray Cat Blues


I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs

I know you're no scare-eyed honey.

There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs

But it's no hanging matter

It's no capital crime

I can see that you're fifteen years old

No I don't want your I.D.

And I can see that you're so far from home

But it's no hanging matter

It's no capital crime

Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat

Oh yeah, don'tcha scratch like that

Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat

bet your mama don't know you scream like that

I bet your mother don't know that you spit like that.

You look so weird and you're so far from home

but you really miss your mother

Don't look so scared I'm no mad-brained bear

But it's no hanging matter

It's no capital crime

Bet your mama don't know you scream like that

I bet your mother don't know that you bite like that.

You say you got a friend, she's wilder than you

Well, why don't you bring her upstairs

If she's so wild she can join in too

But it's no hanging matter

It's no capital crime

Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat

Oh yeah, don'tcha scratch like that

Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat

bet you mama don't know you scream like that

I bet your mother don't know that you bite like that

I'll bet she never saw you scratch my back

Factory Girl


Waiting for a girl who's got curlers in her hair

Waiting for a girl she has no money anywhere

We get buses everywhere

Waiting for a factory girl

Waiting for a girl and her knees are much too fat

Waiting for a girl who weares scarves instead of hat

Her zipper's broken down the back

Waiting for a factory girl

Waiting for a girl and she gets me into fights

Waiting for a girl we get drunk on friday nights

She's a sight for sore eyes

Waiting for a factory girl

Waiting for a girl and she's got stains all down her dress

Waiting for a girl and my feet are getting wet

She ain't come out yet

Waiting for a factory girl

Salt Of The Earth


Lets drink to the hard working people

Lets drink to the lowly of birth

Raise your glass to the good and the evil

Lets drink to the salt of the earth

Say a prayer for the common foot soldier

Spare a thought for his back breaking work

Say a prayer for his wife and his children

Who burn the fires and who still till the earth

And when i search a faceless crowd

a swirling mass of gray and

black and white

they don't look real to me

in fact, they look so strange

Raise your glass to the hard working people

Lets drink to the uncounted heads

Lets think of the wavering millions

Who need leaders but get gamblers instead

Spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter

His empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows

And a parade of the gray suited grafters

A choice of cancer or polio

And when i search a faceless crowd

A swirling mass of gray and

Black and white

They don't look real to me

In fact, they look so strange

Lets drink to the hard working people

Lets think of the lowly of birth

Spare a thought for the rag taggy people

Lets drink to the salt of the earth

Lets drink to the hard working people

Lets drink to the salt of the earth

Lets think of the two thousand million

Lets think of the humble of birth

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