| Song | Rip This Joint |
| Artist | Pussy Galore |
| Album | Exile on Main Street |
| 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. |