Текст песни Rip This Joint - The Rolling Stones


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.



The Rolling Stones - Exile On Main St.
Альбом Exile On Main St.
дата релиза
17-06-2013




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