The Rolling Stones Album

I was born in a cross-fire hurricane 
And I howled at my ma in the driving rain, 
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas! 
But it's all right. I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, 
It's a gas! Gas! Gas! 

I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag, 
I was schooled with a strap right across my back, 
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas! 
But it's all right, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, 
It's a gas! Gas! Gas! 

I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead. 
I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled. 
I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread. 
Yeah, yeah, yeah 
I was crowned with a spike right thru my head. 
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas! 
But it's all right, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, 
It's a gas! Gas! Gas! 

Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas 
Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas 
Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas 
Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas 
Jumping Jack Flash

Rolling Stones- Carol

Oh, Carol
Don't let him steal your heart away
I'm gonna learn to dance
If it takes me all night and day
Climb into my machine so we can groove on out
I know some swinging little joint where we can jump and shout
It's not too far back on the highway not so long a ride
You park the car out in the open you can walk inside
A little cutie takes your hat and you can thank her ma'am
'Cause every time you make the scene you find the joint is jammed
Oh, Carol
Don't let him steal your heart away
I'm gonna learn to dance
If it takes me all night and day
Now, if you want to hear some music like the boys are playing
Hold tight, bang your foot don't let it carry you away
Don't let the heat overcome you when they play so loud
Won't the music intrigue you when they get a crowd
Well you can't dance I know you would you could
I got my eyes on you, baby, cause you dance so good
Oh, Carol
Don't let him steal your heart away
I'm gonna learn to dance
If it takes me all night and day
Oh, Carol
Don't let him steal your heart away
I've got to learn to dance
If it takes me all night and day

I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs
I know you're no scare-eyed honey.
There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs
But it's no hanging matter
It's no capital crime

I can see that you're fifteen years old
No I don't want your I.D.
You look so rest-less and you're so far from home
But it's no hanging matter
It's no capital crime

Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat
Oh yeah, don'tcha scratch like that
Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat
Bet your mama don't know you scream like that
I bet your mother don't know you can spit like that.

You look so weird and you're so far from home
But you don't really miss your mother
Don't look so scared I'm no mad-brained bear
But it's no hanging matter
It's no capital crime
Oh, yeah
Woo!

I bet your mama don't know that you scatch like that
I bet she don't know you can bite like that.

You say you got a friend, that she's wilder than you
Why don't you bring her upstairs
If she's so wild then she can join in too
It's no hanging matter
It's no capital crime

Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat
Oh yeah, don'tcha scratch like that
Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat
I bet you mama don't know you can bite like that
I'll bet she never saw you scratch my back

Well, I followed her to the station with a suitcase in my hand
Yeah, I followed her to the station with a suitcase in my hand
Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, but all true love's in vain

When the train come in the station I looked her in the eye
Well, the train come in the station I looked her in the eye
Well, I felt so sad and lonesome that I could not help but cry

When the train left the station, it had two lights on behind
Yeah, the train left the station, it had two lights on behind
Yeah, the train left the station, it had two lights on behind
Well, the blue light was my baby and the red light was my mind

All my love's in vain

All, all my love's in vain

Did you hear about the Midnight Rambler?
Ev'rybody got to go
Did you heard about the Midnight Rambler,
the one that shut the kitchen door?

He don't give a hoot of warning
wrapped up in a black cat cloak
He don't go in the light of the morning
He's split, the time the cook'rel crows

Talkin' 'bout the Midnight Rambler,
the one you never seen before
Talkin' 'bout the midnight gambler
Did you see him jump the garden wall?
Sighin' down the wind softly
Listen and you hear him moan

Talkin' 'bout the midnight gambler
Ev'rybody got to go
Did you hear about the midnight gambler?
Well, honey, it's no rock'n'roll show

Talkin' 'bout the Midnight Rambler,
the one you never seen before
Oh, don't do that
Oh, don't do that
Oh, don't do that

Did you hear about the Midnight Rambler?
He'll leave his footprints up and down your hall
Did you hear about the Midnight Rambler?
Did you see me make my midnight call

And if you catch the Midnight Rambler
I'll steal your mistress from under your nose
Well, go easy with your cold fandango
I'll stick my knife right down your throat
Baby, and it hurts!

Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and faith
And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change 
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a general's rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
"Who killed the Kennedys?"
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, what's my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what's my name
I tell you one time, you're to blame
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah
What's me name
Tell me, baby, what's my name
Tell me, sweetie, what's my name
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah

I got nasty habits, I take tea at three
Yes, and the meat I eat for dinner
must be hung up for a week
My best friend he shoots water rats,
and feeds them to his geese
Doncha think there's a place for you,
in between the sheets?

Come now, honey,
we can build a place for three
Come on now honey,
don't ya wanna live with me?

There's a score of hair-brained children
They're all locked in the nursery
They got earphone heads, they got dirty necks
They're so 20th century
Well, they cue up for the bathroom
'round about 7:35
Don't ya think we need a womans touch to make it come alive?

You'd look good pram pushing,
down the high street
Come on now honey,
doncha wanna live with me?

Oh, the servants they're so helpful, dear
The cook she is a whore
Yes, the butler has a place for her
behind the pantry door
The maid, she's French, she's got no sense
She's from the Crazy Horse
When she strips, the chauffeur flips
The footman's eyes be crossed

Oh, don'cha think there's a place for us,
right across the street
Don't ya think there's a place for you,
in between the sheets?

Rolling Stones - Little Queenie

I got the lumps in my throat
When I saw her coming down the aisle
I gets the wiggles in my knees
When she looked at me and sweetly smiled

There she is again standing over by the record machine
Oooh, she's looking like a model on the cover of a magazine
Why she's too cute to be a minute over seventeen

Meanwhile, I was thinking
She's in the mood
No need to break it
I got the chance
I oughtta take it
She can dance
We can make it
Come on queenie
Let's shake it

Go, go, go, Little Queenie
Go, go, go, Little Queenie
Go, go, go, Little Queenie

Won't ya tell me who the queen's
Standing over by the record machine
Why she's looking like a model
On the cover of a magazine
Yeah she's too cute to be a minute over seventeen

Meanwhile, I was still thinkin'
If it's a slow song, we'll omit it
If it's a rocker, that'll get it
If it's good, she'll admit it
Come on queenie, lets get with it

Go, go, go, Little Queenie
Go, go, go, Little Queenie
Go, go, go, Little Queenie

I met a gin soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis, 
She tried to take me upstairs for a ride. 
She had to heave me right across her shoulder 
'Cause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind. 

It's the honky tonk women 
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues. 

I laid a divorcee in New York City, 
I had to put up some kind of a fight. 
The lady then she covered me with roses, 
She blew my nose and then she blew my mind. 

It's the honky tonk women 
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues. 

(Yeah!) It's the honky tonk women. 
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues. 

(Yeah!) It's the honky tonk women. 
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues

Ev'rywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy 
'Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy 
But what can a poor boy do 
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 
'Cause in sleepy London town 
There's just no place for a street fighting man 
No 

Hey! Think the time is right for a palace revolution 
'Cauce where I live the game to play is compromise solution 
Well, then what can a poor boy do 
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 
'Cause in sleepy London town 
There's no place for a street fighting man 
No 

Hey! Said my name is called disturbance 
I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants 
Well, what can a poor boy do 
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 
'Cause in sleepy London town 
There's no place for a street fighting man 
No