Rolling Stones
Rip This Joint

Mama says yes, Papa says no,
Make up you mind
'Cause I gotta go
I'm gonna raise hell
At the Union Hall,
Drive myself
Right over the wall

Rip this joint,
Gonna save your soul,
Round and round
And round we go
Roll this joint,
Gonna get down low,
Start my starter,
Gonna stop the show
Oh, yeah!

Mister President,
Mister Immigration Man,
Let me in,
Sweetie, to your fair land
I'm Tampa bound
And Memphis too,
Short Fat Fanny
Is on the loose
Dig that sound
On the radio,
Then slip it right
Across into Buffalo
Dick and Pat
In ole D.C.,
Well they're gonna
Hold some shit for me

Ying yang,
You're my thing,
Oh, now, baby,
Won't you hear me sing
Flip Flop, fit to drop,
Come on baby,
Won't you let it rock?

Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!
From San Jose
Down to Santa Fe,
Kiss me quick, baby,
Won'tcha make my day
Down to New Orleans
With the Dixie Dean,
'Cross to Dallas, Texas
With the Butter Queen

Rip this joint,
Gonna rip yours too,
Some brand new steps
And some weight to lose
Gonna roll this joint,
Gonna get down low,
Round and round
And round we'll go

Wham, Bham, Birmingham,
Alabam' don't give a damn
Little Rock fit to drop
Ah, let it rock

'Shut that cunt's mouth,
or I'll come over there
and fuck start her head...'

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