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)
- 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)