Song | Rip This Joint |
Artist | Pussy Galore |
Album | Exile on Main Street |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:M.Jagger/K.Richards Music:M.Jagger/K.Richards | |
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! (2x) | |
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. |
Lyrics: M. Jagger K. Richards Music: M. Jagger K. Richards | |
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! 2x | |
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. |
Lyrics: M. Jagger K. Richards Music: M. Jagger K. Richards | |
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! 2x | |
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. |