The Rolling Stones lyrics - Album: Get... Yer Ya Ya's... Out [1970]

Jumping Jack Flash

- Jagger/Richards

spoken: Everybody seems to be ready, everybody ready?

We are sorry for the delay

[....]

The greatest rock and roll band in the world

The Rolling Stones!

(Watch it!)

I was born in a crossfire hurricane

And I howled at my ma in the driving rain

But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas

But it's all right

I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas! Gas! Gas!

I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag

I was schooled with a strap right across my back

But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas

But it's all right

I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas! Gas! Gas!

I was drowned I was washed up and left for dead

I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled, yeah

I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread

Yeah, I was crowned with a spike right through my head

But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas

But it's all right

I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas! Gas! Gas!

spoken: Oh yeah. Thank you kindly

I think I busted a button on my trousers

hope they don't fall down.

You don't want my trousers to fall down, now do ya??

Carol


- Berry

Oh, Carol

Don't let him steal your heart away

Well I'm gonna learn to dance

if it takes me all night and day

I met your mama she said we can groove on out

I know a swinging little joint we can jump and shout

't ain't too far back off the highway not so long a ride

You park your car out in the open you can walk inside

A little cutie takes your hat and you can thank her ma'am

'Cause every time you make the scene you find the joint is jammed

Oh Carol

Don't let him steal your heart away

Well I'm gonna learn to dance

if it takes me all night and day

Now, if you want to hear some boogie like the boys'll play

Hold tight pat your foot let it carry you 'way

Don't let the heat overcome you when they play so loud

Yeah, don't the music intrigue you when they get a crowd

Yeah now you can't dance I know you would if you could

I got my eyes on you sugar cause you dance so good

Oh Carol

Don't let him steal your heart away

I'm gonna learn to dance

if it takes me all night and day

Don't let her steal your heart away

I got to learn to dance

It'll take me all night and day

Stray Cat Blues


- Jagger/Richards

(Thank you)

I hear the clip-clap of your feet upon the stairs

I know ya ain't no scare-eyed honey.

There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs

It's no hanging matter, no

It's no capital crime

I can see that you're just thirteen years old

I don't want your I.D.

You look so lonesome and you so far from home

It's no hanging matter

It's no capital crime

Yeah, I'm a strange stray cat

Yeah, don'tcha scratch like that?

Yeah, you're a strange stray cat

Bet you mama don't know that ya bite like that

I bet she never heard ya scream like that..

You look so lonesome and I'm so far from home

But I don't really miss my mother

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

It's no hanging matter

It's no capital crime

Yeah!

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

Why don't you bring her upstairs

If she's so wild she can join in too

It's no hanging matter

It's no capital crime

Yeah, you're a strange stray cat

Yeah, why don'tcha bite like that?

Oh yeah, yeah, you're a strange stray cat

I bet you mama never saw ya you scratch like that

Bet she never saw ya bite like that

Love In Vain


- Trad arr. Jagger/Richards

(Well, alright)

Well I followed her to the station

With a suitcase in my hand

Yeah and I followed her to the station (I tell you)

With a suitcase in my hand

(Y'know it's) hard to tell hard to tell

When all your love's in vain

When the train come in the station

I looked her in the eye

Yeah the train it come in the station

And I looked her in the eye

Whoa, and I felt so sad an' lonesome

That I could not help but cry

Cry on baby

When the train left the station

It had two lights on behind

Yeah, the train it left the station I tell you

It had two lights on behind

Ohhh, the blue light was my blues

and the red light was my mind

I'm wanna tell ya that, all, all of my love's

all of my love's...

oh yeah

(ad lib)

Midnight Rambler


- Jagger/Richards

(Oh yeah

I'm a-talkin' 'bout the midnight rambler

Everybody got to go)

A-talkin' 'bout the midnight rambler

And everybody got to go

Well I'm a-talkin' 'bout the midnight rambler

The one you never seen before

I'm sighin' down the wind so sadly

A-listen and you'll hear me moan

Well I'm a talkin' 'bout the midnight gambler

And everybody got to go

(yeah c'mon)

Talkin' 'bout the midnight gambler

The one you never seen before

I'm talkin' 'bout the midnight rambler

Did you see me jump the garden wall

I don't give you a hoot of warning

A-dressed up in my black cat cloak

I don't see the light of the morning

I'll split the time the cock'rel crows

I'm tellin' 'bout the midnight rambler

Well, honey, it's no rock 'n' roll show

Well, I'm a-talkin' 'bout the midnight gambler

and everybody got to go

(Ad lib)

Oh, don't do that. Oh, don't do that. Oh, don't do that

(Ad lib)

Well, you heard about the Boston...

Honey, it's not one of those

Talkin' 'bout the midnight... shit!

Did you see me jump bedroom door...

I'm called the hit and run raper, in anger

Or just a knife sharpened, tippy toe...

Or just a shoot 'em dead, brainbell jongleur

Everybody got to go

If you ever meet the midnight rambler

And he's prowlin' down your marble hall

And he's pouncin' like a proud black panther

You should say, I told you so

If you listen for the midnight rambler

Play it easy, easy, as you go

I'll go smash down all your plate glass windows

Put my fist through your stairway doors

(Ad lib)

Well I'm a-talkin' bout the midnight rambler

The one you never seen before

Well I'm a-talkin' bout the midnight rambler

And did you see me jump your garden wall

And if you ever catch the Midnight Rambler

Steal your mistress from under your nose

Go easy with your cold fanged anger

I'll stick my knife right down your throat baby, and it hurts

Sympathy For The Devil


- Jagger/Richards

Please allow me to introduce myself

Why I'm a man of wealth and taste

I've been around for a long, long year

Stole many a man's soul and fate

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

Well I hope you guess my name, ah...

But what's been puzzling you

Is just the nature of my game, oh yeah

I stuck around St. Petersburg

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, oh yeah

Cause I'm pleased to meet you

And I hope you guess my name, oh baby

What's been puzzling you

Is just the nature of my game (oh baby)

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, after all

It was you and me

Well let me please introduce myself

Why I'm a man of wealth and taste

Yes, and I laid tracks for troubadors

Who get killed before they reached Bombay

And I'm pleased to meet you baby

Hope you guess my name, oh yeah

But what's puzzling you

Is just the nature of my game, oh wooo

(Ad lib)

Tell me baby

What's my name

Tell me sweetie

What's my name

(Ad lib)

Live With Me


- Jagger/Richards

(Well alright. Havin' a good time?)

I got nasty habits, I take tea at three

Yes and the meat I eat for dinner

Must be hung up for a week

My best friend he shoots water rats,

And feeds them to his geese

Don'tcha think there's a place for you

In between the sheets?

Come on now honey we can build a home for three, yeah

Come on now honey, don'tcha wanna live with me?

There's a score of hair-brained children

They're all locked in the nursery

They got earphone heads they got dirty necks

They're so 20th century

Why they queue up for the bathroom

'round about 7:35

Don'tcha think we need a woman's touch to

make it come alive?

Why you'd look good pram pushing down the high street, yeah

Come on now honey, don'tcha wanna live with me?

Ah come on now baby there's a place between the sheets

Come on now honey, don'tcha wanna live with me?

Why the servants they're so helpful now

The cook she is a whore

The butler has a place for her

behind the pantry door

The maid she's French, she's got no sense

She's from the crazy horse

And when she strips, the chauffeur flips

The footman's eyes get crossed

Ah come on now baby there's a place across the street, ah yeah

Come on now honey, don'tcha wanna live with me?

(yeah)

Little Queenie


- Berry

(Oh NYC you've talked a lot, let's have a look at ya)

I got the lumps in my throat

When I saw her coming down the aisle

I got the wiggles in my knees

When she looked at me and sweetly smiled

There she is again

Standing over by the record machine

Oooh, she's looking like a model

On the cover of a magazine

Why she's too cute to be a minute over seventeen

Meanwhile I was thinking

She's in the mood

No need to break it

I got the chance

I'm gonna take it

She can dance

We can make it

Come on queenie

Let's shake it!

Go go go Little Queenie

Go go go Little Queenie

Go go go Little Queenie

Won't ya tell me who the queen is

Standing over by the record machine

Why she's looking like a model

On the cover of a magazine

Yeah she's too cute to be a minute over seventeen

Take off your shoes

Meanwhile, I was still thinkin'

If it's a slow song we'll omit it

If it's a rocker, that'll get it

If it's good, she'll admit it

Come on queenie, lets get with it

Go go go Little Queenie

Go go go Little Queenie

Go go go Little Queenie

Honky Tonk Women


- Jagger/Richards

(Alright

Well alright

Wooh

Well alright

Charlie's good tonight, isn't 'e?)

I met a gin soaked barroom queen in Memphis

She tried to take me upstairs for a ride

She had to heave me right across her shoulder

Cause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind

It's the Honky Tonk Women

Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues

Strollin' on the boulevards of Paris

As naked as the day that I will die

The sailors they're so charming there in Paris

But they just don't seem to sail you off my mind

It's the Honky Tonk women

Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues

It's the Honky Tonk women, yeah

Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues

It's the Honky Tonk women, yeah

Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues

Street Fighting Man


- Jagger/Richards

(We're gonna do one more, then we're gonna go)

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

Well what can a poor boy do

'cept to sing for a rock and roll band

'cause this sleepy London town

Is just no place for a street fighting man!

Hey, said the time is right for palace revolution

'cause where I live the games they play

Is compromise solution

Well what can a poor boy do

'cept to sing for a rock and roll band

'cause this sleepy London town

Is just no place for a street fighting man!

(oh yeah)

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

'cept to sing for a rock and roll band

'cause in sleepy London town

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

(Get down)

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