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<blockquote data-quote="Floyd" data-source="post: 765" data-attributes="member: 1"><p><strong>Jumping Jack Flash</strong></p><p>- Jagger/Richards</p><p></p><p>spoken: Everybody seems to be ready, everybody ready?</p><p>We are sorry for the delay</p><p></p><p>[....]</p><p></p><p>The greatest rock and roll band in the world</p><p>The Rolling Stones!</p><p></p><p></p><p>(Watch it!)</p><p>I was born in a crossfire hurricane</p><p>And I howled at my ma in the driving rain</p><p>But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas</p><p>But it's all right</p><p>I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas! Gas! Gas!</p><p></p><p>I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag</p><p>I was schooled with a strap right across my back</p><p>But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas</p><p>But it's all right</p><p>I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas! Gas! Gas!</p><p></p><p>I was drowned I was washed up and left for dead</p><p>I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled, yeah</p><p>I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread</p><p>Yeah, I was crowned with a spike right through my head</p><p>But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas</p><p>But it's all right</p><p>I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas! Gas! Gas!</p><p></p><p></p><p>spoken: Oh yeah. Thank you kindly</p><p>I think I busted a button on my trousers</p><p>hope they don't fall down.</p><p>You don't want my trousers to fall down, now do ya??</p><p><strong>Carol</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>- Berry</p><p></p><p>Oh, Carol</p><p>Don't let him steal your heart away</p><p>Well I'm gonna learn to dance</p><p>if it takes me all night and day</p><p></p><p>I met your mama she said we can groove on out</p><p>I know a swinging little joint we can jump and shout</p><p>'t ain't too far back off the highway not so long a ride</p><p>You park your car out in the open you can walk inside</p><p>A little cutie takes your hat and you can thank her ma'am</p><p>'Cause every time you make the scene you find the joint is jammed</p><p></p><p>Oh Carol</p><p>Don't let him steal your heart away</p><p>Well I'm gonna learn to dance</p><p>if it takes me all night and day</p><p></p><p>Now, if you want to hear some boogie like the boys'll play</p><p>Hold tight pat your foot let it carry you 'way</p><p>Don't let the heat overcome you when they play so loud</p><p>Yeah, don't the music intrigue you when they get a crowd</p><p>Yeah now you can't dance I know you would if you could</p><p>I got my eyes on you sugar cause you dance so good</p><p></p><p>Oh Carol</p><p>Don't let him steal your heart away</p><p>I'm gonna learn to dance</p><p>if it takes me all night and day</p><p></p><p>Don't let her steal your heart away</p><p>I got to learn to dance</p><p>It'll take me all night and day</p><p><strong>Stray Cat Blues</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>- Jagger/Richards</p><p></p><p>(Thank you)</p><p>I hear the clip-clap of your feet upon the stairs</p><p>I know ya ain't no scare-eyed honey.</p><p>There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs</p><p>It's no hanging matter, no</p><p>It's no capital crime</p><p></p><p>I can see that you're just thirteen years old</p><p>I don't want your I.D.</p><p>You look so lonesome and you so far from home</p><p>It's no hanging matter</p><p>It's no capital crime</p><p></p><p>Yeah, I'm a strange stray cat</p><p>Yeah, don'tcha scratch like that?</p><p>Yeah, you're a strange stray cat</p><p>Bet you mama don't know that ya bite like that</p><p>I bet she never heard ya scream like that..</p><p></p><p>You look so lonesome and I'm so far from home</p><p>But I don't really miss my mother</p><p>Don't look so scared I'm not no mad-brained bear</p><p>It's no hanging matter</p><p>It's no capital crime</p><p>Yeah!</p><p></p><p>You say you got a friend she's wilder than you</p><p>Why don't you bring her upstairs</p><p>If she's so wild she can join in too</p><p>It's no hanging matter</p><p>It's no capital crime</p><p></p><p>Yeah, you're a strange stray cat</p><p>Yeah, why don'tcha bite like that?</p><p>Oh yeah, yeah, you're a strange stray cat</p><p>I bet you mama never saw ya you scratch like that</p><p>Bet she never saw ya bite like that</p><p><strong>Love In Vain</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>- Trad arr. Jagger/Richards</p><p></p><p>(Well, alright)</p><p>Well I followed her to the station</p><p>With a suitcase in my hand</p><p>Yeah and I followed her to the station (I tell you)</p><p>With a suitcase in my hand</p><p>(Y'know it's) hard to tell hard to tell</p><p>When all your love's in vain</p><p></p><p>When the train come in the station</p><p>I looked her in the eye</p><p>Yeah the train it come in the station</p><p>And I looked her in the eye</p><p>Whoa, and I felt so sad an' lonesome</p><p>That I could not help but cry</p><p>Cry on baby</p><p></p><p>When the train left the station</p><p>It had two lights on behind</p><p>Yeah, the train it left the station I tell you</p><p>It had two lights on behind</p><p>Ohhh, the blue light was my blues</p><p>and the red light was my mind</p><p></p><p>I'm wanna tell ya that, all, all of my love's</p><p>all of my love's...</p><p>oh yeah</p><p>(ad lib)</p><p><strong>Midnight Rambler</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>- Jagger/Richards</p><p></p><p>(Oh yeah</p><p>I'm a-talkin' 'bout the midnight rambler</p><p>Everybody got to go)</p><p></p><p>A-talkin' 'bout the midnight rambler</p><p>And everybody got to go</p><p></p><p>Well I'm a-talkin' 'bout the midnight rambler</p><p>The one you never seen before</p><p>I'm sighin' down the wind so sadly</p><p>A-listen and you'll hear me moan</p><p>Well I'm a talkin' 'bout the midnight gambler</p><p>And everybody got to go</p><p>(yeah c'mon)</p><p></p><p>Talkin' 'bout the midnight gambler</p><p>The one you never seen before</p><p>I'm talkin' 'bout the midnight rambler</p><p>Did you see me jump the garden wall</p><p>I don't give you a hoot of warning</p><p>A-dressed up in my black cat cloak</p><p>I don't see the light of the morning</p><p>I'll split the time the cock'rel crows</p><p></p><p>I'm tellin' 'bout the midnight rambler</p><p>Well, honey, it's no rock 'n' roll show</p><p>Well, I'm a-talkin' 'bout the midnight gambler</p><p>and everybody got to go</p><p></p><p>(Ad lib)</p><p></p><p>Oh, don't do that. Oh, don't do that. Oh, don't do that</p><p></p><p>(Ad lib)</p><p></p><p>Well, you heard about the Boston...</p><p>Honey, it's not one of those</p><p>Talkin' 'bout the midnight... shit!</p><p>Did you see me jump bedroom door...</p><p>I'm called the hit and run raper, in anger</p><p>Or just a knife sharpened, tippy toe...</p><p>Or just a shoot 'em dead, brainbell jongleur</p><p>Everybody got to go</p><p></p><p>If you ever meet the midnight rambler</p><p>And he's prowlin' down your marble hall</p><p>And he's pouncin' like a proud black panther</p><p>You should say, I told you so</p><p>If you listen for the midnight rambler</p><p>Play it easy, easy, as you go</p><p>I'll go smash down all your plate glass windows</p><p>Put my fist through your stairway doors</p><p>(Ad lib)</p><p></p><p>Well I'm a-talkin' bout the midnight rambler</p><p>The one you never seen before</p><p>Well I'm a-talkin' bout the midnight rambler</p><p>And did you see me jump your garden wall</p><p>And if you ever catch the Midnight Rambler</p><p>Steal your mistress from under your nose</p><p>Go easy with your cold fanged anger</p><p>I'll stick my knife right down your throat baby, and it hurts</p><p><strong>Sympathy For The Devil</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>- Jagger/Richards</p><p></p><p>Please allow me to introduce myself</p><p>Why I'm a man of wealth and taste</p><p>I've been around for a long, long year</p><p>Stole many a man's soul and fate</p><p></p><p>I was 'round when Jesus Christ</p><p>Had his moment of doubt and pain</p><p>Made damn sure that Pilate</p><p>Washed his hands and sealed his fate</p><p></p><p>Pleased to meet you</p><p>Well I hope you guess my name, ah...</p><p>But what's been puzzling you</p><p>Is just the nature of my game, oh yeah</p><p></p><p>I stuck around St. Petersburg</p><p>When I saw it was a time for a change</p><p>Killed the Czar and his ministers</p><p>Anastasia screamed in vain</p><p></p><p>I rode a tank</p><p>Held a general's rank</p><p>When the Blitzkrieg raged</p><p>And the bodies stank, oh yeah</p><p></p><p>Cause I'm pleased to meet you</p><p>And I hope you guess my name, oh baby</p><p>What's been puzzling you</p><p>Is just the nature of my game (oh baby)</p><p></p><p>I watched with glee</p><p>While your kings and queens</p><p>Fought for ten decades</p><p>For the Gods they made</p><p></p><p>I shouted out</p><p>"Who killed the Kennedys?"</p><p>When after all, after all</p><p>It was you and me</p><p></p><p>Well let me please introduce myself</p><p>Why I'm a man of wealth and taste</p><p>Yes, and I laid tracks for troubadors</p><p>Who get killed before they reached Bombay</p><p></p><p>And I'm pleased to meet you baby</p><p>Hope you guess my name, oh yeah</p><p>But what's puzzling you</p><p>Is just the nature of my game, oh wooo</p><p></p><p>(Ad lib)</p><p></p><p>Tell me baby</p><p>What's my name</p><p>Tell me sweetie</p><p>What's my name</p><p></p><p>(Ad lib)</p><p><strong>Live With Me</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>- Jagger/Richards</p><p></p><p>(Well alright. Havin' a good time?)</p><p>I got nasty habits, I take tea at three</p><p>Yes and the meat I eat for dinner</p><p>Must be hung up for a week</p><p>My best friend he shoots water rats,</p><p>And feeds them to his geese</p><p>Don'tcha think there's a place for you</p><p>In between the sheets?</p><p></p><p>Come on now honey we can build a home for three, yeah</p><p>Come on now honey, don'tcha wanna live with me?</p><p></p><p>There's a score of hair-brained children</p><p>They're all locked in the nursery</p><p>They got earphone heads they got dirty necks</p><p>They're so 20th century</p><p>Why they queue up for the bathroom</p><p>'round about 7:35</p><p>Don'tcha think we need a woman's touch to</p><p>make it come alive?</p><p></p><p>Why you'd look good pram pushing down the high street, yeah</p><p>Come on now honey, don'tcha wanna live with me?</p><p></p><p>Ah come on now baby there's a place between the sheets</p><p>Come on now honey, don'tcha wanna live with me?</p><p></p><p>Why the servants they're so helpful now</p><p>The cook she is a whore</p><p>The butler has a place for her</p><p>behind the pantry door</p><p>The maid she's French, she's got no sense</p><p>She's from the crazy horse</p><p>And when she strips, the chauffeur flips</p><p>The footman's eyes get crossed</p><p></p><p>Ah come on now baby there's a place across the street, ah yeah</p><p>Come on now honey, don'tcha wanna live with me?</p><p>(yeah)</p><p><strong>Little Queenie</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>- Berry</p><p></p><p>(Oh NYC you've talked a lot, let's have a look at ya)</p><p>I got the lumps in my throat</p><p>When I saw her coming down the aisle</p><p>I got the wiggles in my knees</p><p>When she looked at me and sweetly smiled</p><p></p><p>There she is again</p><p>Standing over by the record machine</p><p>Oooh, she's looking like a model</p><p>On the cover of a magazine</p><p>Why she's too cute to be a minute over seventeen</p><p></p><p>Meanwhile I was thinking</p><p>She's in the mood</p><p>No need to break it</p><p>I got the chance</p><p>I'm gonna take it</p><p>She can dance</p><p>We can make it</p><p>Come on queenie</p><p>Let's shake it!</p><p></p><p>Go go go Little Queenie</p><p>Go go go Little Queenie</p><p>Go go go Little Queenie</p><p></p><p>Won't ya tell me who the queen is</p><p>Standing over by the record machine</p><p>Why she's looking like a model</p><p>On the cover of a magazine</p><p>Yeah she's too cute to be a minute over seventeen</p><p></p><p>Take off your shoes</p><p></p><p>Meanwhile, I was still thinkin'</p><p>If it's a slow song we'll omit it</p><p>If it's a rocker, that'll get it</p><p>If it's good, she'll admit it</p><p>Come on queenie, lets get with it</p><p></p><p>Go go go Little Queenie</p><p>Go go go Little Queenie</p><p>Go go go Little Queenie</p><p><strong>Honky Tonk Women</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>- Jagger/Richards</p><p></p><p>(Alright</p><p>Well alright</p><p>Wooh</p><p>Well alright</p><p>Charlie's good tonight, isn't 'e?)</p><p>I met a gin soaked barroom queen in Memphis</p><p>She tried to take me upstairs for a ride</p><p>She had to heave me right across her shoulder</p><p>Cause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind</p><p></p><p>It's the Honky Tonk Women</p><p>Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues</p><p></p><p>Strollin' on the boulevards of Paris</p><p>As naked as the day that I will die</p><p>The sailors they're so charming there in Paris</p><p>But they just don't seem to sail you off my mind</p><p></p><p>It's the Honky Tonk women</p><p>Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues</p><p></p><p>It's the Honky Tonk women, yeah</p><p>Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues</p><p></p><p>It's the Honky Tonk women, yeah</p><p>Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues</p><p><strong>Street Fighting Man</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>- Jagger/Richards</p><p></p><p>(We're gonna do one more, then we're gonna go)</p><p>Everywhere I hear the sound of marching charging feet boy</p><p>'cause summer's here, and the time is right</p><p>For fighting in the street boy</p><p></p><p>Well what can a poor boy do</p><p>'cept to sing for a rock and roll band</p><p>'cause this sleepy London town</p><p>Is just no place for a street fighting man!</p><p></p><p>Hey, said the time is right for palace revolution</p><p>'cause where I live the games they play</p><p>Is compromise solution</p><p></p><p>Well what can a poor boy do</p><p>'cept to sing for a rock and roll band</p><p>'cause this sleepy London town</p><p>Is just no place for a street fighting man!</p><p></p><p>(oh yeah)</p><p></p><p>Hey, said my name is called disturbance</p><p>I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the King</p><p>I'll rail at all his servants</p><p></p><p>Well what can a poor boy do</p><p>'cept to sing for a rock and roll band</p><p>'cause in sleepy London town</p><p>There's just no place for a street fighting man!</p><p>(Get down)</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Floyd, post: 765, member: 1"] [B]Jumping Jack Flash[/B] - 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?? [B]Carol[/B] - 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 [B]Stray Cat Blues[/B] - 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 [B]Love In Vain[/B] - 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) [B]Midnight Rambler[/B] - 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 [B]Sympathy For The Devil[/B] - 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) [B]Live With Me[/B] - 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) [B]Little Queenie[/B] - 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 [B]Honky Tonk Women[/B] - 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 [B]Street Fighting Man[/B] - 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) [/QUOTE]
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