The Rolling Stones Rip This Joint song lyrics

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.