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

Shattered, shattered 
Love and hope and sex and dreams 
Are still surviving on the street 
Look at me, I'm in tatters! 
I'm a shattered 
Shattered 

Friends are so alarming 
My lover's never charming 
Life's just a cocktail party on the street 
Big Apple 
People dressed in plastic bags 
Directing traffic 
Some kind of fashion 
Shattered 

Laughter, joy, and loneliness and sex and sex and sex and sex 
Look at me, I'm in tatters 
I'm a shattered 
Shattered 

All this chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter 'bout 
Shmatta, shmatta, shmatta -- I can't give it away on 7th Avenue 
This town's been wearing tatters (shattered, shattered) 
Work and work for love and sex 
Ain't you hungry for success, success, success, success 
Does it matter? (Shattered) Does it matter? 
I'm shattered. 
Shattered 

Ahhh, look at me, I'm a shattered 
I'm a shattered 
Look at me- I'm a shattered, yeah 

Pride and joy and greed and sex 
That's what makes our town the best 
Pride and joy and dirty dreams and still surviving on the street 
And look at me, I'm in tatters, yeah 
I've been battered, what does it matter 
Does it matter, uh-huh 
Does it matter, uh-huh, I'm a shattered 

Don't you know the crime rate is going up, up, up, up, up 
To live in this town you must be tough, tough, tough, tough, tough! 
You got rats on the west side 
Bed bugs uptown 
What a mess this town's in tatters I've been shattered 
My brain's been battered, splattered all over Manhattan 

Uh-huh, this town's full of money grabbers 
Go ahead, bite the Big Apple, don't mind the maggots, huh 
Shadoobie, my brain's been battered 
My friends they come around they 
Flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter 
Pile it up, pile it high on the platter

Rolling Stones - She Was hot

New York was cold and damp
TV is just a blank
Looks like another dead end Sunday
What about an early night
Monday never feels so bright
Ooh the sheets feel cold and lonely
Who wants to brave the pouring rain
For a glass of French champagne?
Well grab a cab, grab a cap and baby, come right by
And she was hot - as she kissed my mouth
She was hot - as I wiped her brow
She was hot - she pinned me to the ground
She was quick - she knew her way around
She was hot - as she tore my clothes
She was hot - she had no place to go
She was hot - on a cold and rainy night
Detroit was smoky grey
Nothing like the good old days
Well I got a fever that I'm fighting
I don't need your company
Leave me in my misery
I can take the rebound just like lightning
And she was hot - in a 50's dress
She was hot - her lips were flashing red
I was lost - in her burning flesh
I was hot - I was dripping sweat
She was hot - in the Detroit snow
She was hot - she had no place to go
She was hot - on a cold and rainy night
And she was hot - and I had the blues
She was hot - honey, where were you?
If you were in my shoes
You would be excused
She was hot - you can never wait
She was hot - never hesitate
She was hot - on a cold and rainy night
I think I'm going off the rails
Riding down the pleasure trails
I was taking passion where you find it
Honey when you were young and fresh
And you need the touch of your flesh
Go take the treasure where you find it
And she was hot - in the melted snow
She was hot - in the molten glow
She was hot - she got it in the blood
She was hot - like the dam that bursts
She was black - she was strong and true
She was black - and her eyes were blue
She was lost - and she took a chance
At just a brief romance
Down the avenue into the lost bayou
Into the tall bamboo, back to the human zoo
I wish you all the best, I hope we meet again
On a cold Chicago night
She was hot
She was hot
She was hot hot hot
She was hot hot hot
She was hot hot hot
She was hot hot hot
She was hot hot hot
She was hot hot hot
She was hot hot hot
She was hot hot hot

Rolling Stones - All Down The Line

eah, heard the diesel drumming all down the line.
Oh, heard the wires a humming all down the line.
Yeah, hear the women sighing all down the line.
Oh, hear the children crying all down the line.
(All down the line.) We'll be watching out for trouble, yeah.
(All down the line.) And we'd better keep the motor running, yeah.
(All down the line.) Well, you can't say yes and you can't say no,
Just be right there when the whistle blows.
I need a sanctified girl with a sanctified mind to help me now.
Yeah, all the people singing all down the line.
Mmmm, watch the men all working, working, yeah. (All down the line.)
(All down the line.) We're gonna open up the throttle yeah.
(All down the line.) We're gonna bust another bottle, yeah.
(All down the line.)
I need a shot of salvation, baby, once in a while.
Hear the whistle blowing, hear it for a thousand miles.
(All down the line.) We're gonna open up the throttle, yeah.
All down the line, We're gonna bust another bottle, yeah.
Well you can't say yes, and you can't say no,
Just be right there when the whistle blows.
I need a sanctified mind to help me out right now.
Be my little baby for a while.
Won't you be my little baby

Rolling Stones - Loving Cup

I'm the man on the mountain, come on up.
I'm the plowman in the valley with a face full of mud.
Yes, I'm fumbling and I know my car don't start.
Yes, I'm stumbling and I know I play a bad guitar.
Give me little drink from your loving cup.
Just one drink and I'll fall down drunk.
I'm the man who walks the hillside in the sweet summer sun.
I'm the man that brings you roses when you ain't got none.
Well I can run and jump and fish, but I won't fight
You if you want to push and pull with me all night.
Give me little drink from you loving cup.
Just one drink and I'll fall down drunk.
I feel so humble with you tonight,
Just sitting in front of the fire.
See your face dancing in the flame,
Feel your mouth kissing me again,
What a beautiful buzz, what a beautiful buzz,
What a beautiful buzz, what a beautiful buzz.
Oh, what a beautiful buzz, what a beautiful buzz.
Yes, I am nitty gritty and my shirt's all torn,
But I would love to spill the beans with you till dawn.
Give me little drink from you loving cup.
Just one drink and I'll fall down drunk.

It is the evening of the day
I sit and watch the children play
Smiling faces I can see
But not for me
I sit and watch
As tears go by

My riches can't buy everything
I want to hear the children sing
All I hear is the sound
Of rain falling on the ground
I sit and watch as tears go by

It is the evening of the day
I sit and watch the children play
Doing things I used to do
They think are new
I sit and watch as tears go by

Some girls give me money
Some girls buy me clothes
Some girls give me jewelry
That I never thought I own

Some girls give me diamonds
Some girls, heart attacks
Some girls I give all my bread to
I don’t ever wont it back

Some girls give me jewelry
Others bye me clothes
Some girls give me children
I never asked them for

So give me all you’re money
Give me all you’re gold
I’ll bye you a house back in Zuma beach
And give you half of what I own

Some girls take my money
Some girls take my clothes
Some girls get the shirt off my back
And leave me whit a lethal dose

French girls they want Cartier
Italian girls want cars
American girls want everything in the world
You can possibly imagine

English girls they’re so prissy
I can’t stand them on the telephone
Sometimes I take the receiver off the hook
I don’t want them to ever call at all

White girls they’re pretty funny
Sometimes they drive me mad
Black girls just wanna get fucked all night
I just don’t have that much jam

Chinese girls are so gentle
They’re really such a tease
You never know what they’re cockin’
Inside those silky sleeves

Give me all you’re money
Give me all you’re gold
I’ll bye you a house back in Zuma beach
And give you half of what I own

Some girls they’re so pure
Some girls so corrupt
Some girls give me children
I only made love to her once

Give me half your money
Give me half your car
Give me half of everything
I’ll make you world’s biggest star

So gimme all your money
Give me all your gold
Let’s go back to Zuma beach
I’ll give you half of everything I own

Rolling Stones - Just My imagination

look out my window watch her as she passes by
I say to myself I'm such a lucky guy
To have a girl like her is a dream come true
And of all the girls in New York she loves me true
It was just my imagination, once again
Running away with me
It was just my imagination
Running away with me
Soon we'll be married and raise a family
Two boys for you, what about two girls for me
I tell you I am just a fellow with a one track mind
Whatever it is I want baby I seek and I shall find
I'll tell ya
It was just my imagination, once again
Running away with me
It was just my imagination
Running away with me
Every night I hope and pray
"Dear lord, hear my plea
Don't ever let another take her love from me
Or I will surely die"
Her love is ecstasy
When her arms enfold me
I hear her tender rhapsody
But in reality, she doesn't even know... me

I was drivin’ home early Sunday morning
Through Bakersfield,
Listening to gospel music on the coloured radio station,
And the preacher said: “You know you always have the lord by your side”
And I was so pleased to be informed of this
That I ran twenty red lights in his honour,
Thank you Jesus, thank you lord

I had an arrangement to met a girl, and I was kind of late
And I thought by the time I got there she’d be off,
She’d be off with the nearest truck driver she could find
Much to my surprise there she was sittin’ in a corner
Little bleary, worse for wear and tear
Was a girl with far away eyes
Well I tell you

So if you’re down on you’re luck, and you can’t harmonize
Find a girl with far away eyes
And if you’re downright disgusted
And life ain’t worth a dime
Get a girl with far away eyes
Well

Well the preacher kept right on saying
That all I had to do was send ten dollars
To the church of the sacred bleeding heart of Jesus,
Located somewhere in Los Angeles, California
And next week they’d say my prayer on the radio
And all my dreams would come true
So I did, and next week I got a prayer for the girl
Well you know what kind of eyes she got,
Well I tell you

So if you’re down on you’re luck, I know you all sympathize
Find a girl with far away eyes
And if you’re downright disgusted
And life ain’t worth a dime
Get a girl with far away eyes
So if you’re down on you’re luck, I know you all sympathize
Get a girl with far away eyes

(feat. Buddy Guy)

"Let me tell you something"
"Let me tell you something, Stevie"
"This is one of the best friends in my life people"
"Get on down band"
"Play so funky they can smell it"
"Ladies and gentleman let me see if I can get my best friend up here"
"Mr. Stevie Ray Vaughan, let him come up"

How about Stevie Ray Vaughan

You're such a lovely man
Please call me on the phone sometime
Such a lovely man
Please call me on the phone sometime

Lord, when I hear your voice Stevie man
Ah ah you know it eases my worried mind
Let me hear, let me hear
I ain't going nowhere
Cause my baby, my baby won't leave me alone

Oh, he, he, he, he
Shit

"One more time ladies and gentleman"
"One of the guitarplayers that is a motha"
"Mr. Stevie Ray Vaughan"

"Listen Stevie wait, wait, wait a minute, Stevie"
"You know what man"

I think I smell a rat in my house
Mother...
"Bring it on down band, so funky they can smell it"

"Yeahha"
"Let's give it to the motha"
"Let it on him"
"Shhhh, get on down, get on down"
"Yeah man, I feel good"
"Come on, come on, come on"

One more time for Stevie
This man is al-right with me
One more time for Stevie Ray Vaughan, man yeah, love
I said, this young man is al-right with me
You play the blues so lowdown and dirty man
Till you know you know it's for me

"Can we, can we get it so funky you can hear what I'm talking about now"
"Can you get it so funky"
"Band can we get down"

I'm going down to Louisiana
Steve, I'm gonna get me a mojo hand
I said I'm going down to Louisiana Stevie, you wanna go with me man
I wanna look around and will find me a, a mojo hand
Lord I will try to show you good looking women, yeah, yeah
Just how, Stevie, how they, the women supposed to treat a man

"Yeah, I hear you man, I hear you"

My baby bring me champagne when I'm thirsty
That little girl give me good reefer when I wanna get high
My baby bring me champagne when I'm thirsty, yes Lord
That little girl give me good reefer when I wanna get high
That's the kind of woman I'm looking for this morning man, Lord
Cause that the kind of woman would make this old man feel satisfied

"Look-a-here"
"If the band, if they play a little funky, I will get down, listen"

I can't ask her where she's going
The woman tells me where she's been
She'll start a conversation, Stevie
That don't have no end
I talk to you all, she's nineteen years old
And the woman got ways just like a baby child
Oh, you know, that nothing I can do to please that little girl
Stevie, I'm try'n to make this old woman feel satisfied

"Yeah, do you all hear me"
"Shhhh, you don't want us to get down funky do you?"

"This man is a motha man"
"One more time, mr. Stevie Ray Vaughan"

He baby
Woman don't woop your love on me so strong
He baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby yeah
Woman don't woop your love on me so strong
Cause your love is like a fuzz up man, oh, oh
You know you just turn it off and on

Women think I'm tasty, but they're always tryin' to waste me 
And make me burn the candle right down, 
But baby, baby, I don't need no jewels in my crown. 

'Cause all you women is low down gamblers, 
Cheatin' like I don't know how, 
But baby, baby, there's fever in the funk house now. 
This low down bitchin' got my poor feet a itchin', 
You know you know the duece is still wild. 

Baby, I can't stay, you got to roll me 
And call me the tumblin' dice. 

Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry, 
Don't you see the time flashin' by. 
Honey, got no money, 
I'm all sixes and sevens and nines. 
Say now, baby, I'm the rank outsider, 
You can be my partner in crime. 

But baby, I can't stay, 
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin', 
Roll me and call me the tumblin' dice. 

Oh, my, my, my, I'm the lone crap shooter, 
Playin' the field ev'ry night. 

Baby, can't stay, 
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin' dice, (Call me the tumblin')
Got to roll me, Got to roll me, Got to roll me (Oh yeah)
Got to roll me. Got to roll me, Got to roll me ( Keep on rolling, Keep on rolling)

[No lyrics]

Hey, babe, what's in your eyes?
I saw them flashing like airplane lights
You fill my cup, babe, that's for sure
I must come back for a little more

You got my heart, you got my soul
You got the silver, you got the gold
You got the diamonds from the mines
Well, that's allright, it'll buy some time

Tell me, honey, what will I do?
When I'm hungry and thirsty too.
Feeling foolish and that's for sure
Just waiting here at your kitchen door

Hey babe, what's in your eyes?
Is that the diamonds from the mines?
What's that laughing in your smile?
I don't care, no, I don't care

Hey babe, you got my soul
You got the silver, you got the gold
A flash of love has made me blind
I don't care, no, that's no big surprise

all i want to do is get back to you
Connection, I just can't make no connection.
But all I want to do is to get back to you.
Everything is going in the wrong direction.
The doctor wants to give me more injections.
Giving me shots for a thousand rare infections
And I don't know if he'll let me go
Connection, I just can't make no connection.
But all I want to do is to get back to you.
Connection, I just can't make it, connection
But all I want to do is to get back to you.
My bags they get a very close inspection.
I wonder why it is that they suspect 'em
They're dying to add me to their collection
And I don't know if they'll let me go
Connection, I just can't make no connection.
But all I want to do is to get back to you.
Connection, I just can't make no connection.
But all I want to do is to get back to you.

[No lyrics]

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?

If you start me up
If you start me up I'll never stop
If you start me up
If you start me up I'll never stop
I've been running hot
You got me ticking gonna blow my top
If you start me up
If you start me up I'll never stop
You make a grown man cry
Spread out the oil, the gasoline
I walk smooth, ride in a mean, mean machine
Start it up
If you start it up
Kick on the starter give it all you got, you got, you got
I can't compete with the riders in the other heats
If you rough it up
If you like it you can slide it up, slide it up
Don't make a grown man cry
My eyes dilate, my lips go green
My hands are greasy
She's a mean, mean machine
Start it up
If start me up
Give it all you got
You got to never, never, never stop
Never, never
Slide it up
You make a grown man cry
Ride like the wind at double speed
I'll take you places that you've never, never seen
Start it up
Love the day when we will never stop, never stop
Never stop, never stop
Tough me up
Never stop, never stop, never stop
You, you, you make a grown man cry
You, you make a dead man cum
You, you make a dead man cum

Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields,
Sold in a market down in New Orleans.
Scarred old slaver know he's doin' alright.
Hear him whip the women just around midnight.
Ah Brown Sugar how come you taste so good
(A-ha) Brown Sugar, just like a young girl should
A-huh.

Drums beating, cold English blood runs hot,
Lady of the house wond'rin where it's gonna stop.
House boy knows that he's doin' alright.
You should a heard him just around midnight.
Ah Brown Sugar how come you taste so good
(A-ha) Brown Sugar, just like a black girl should
A-huh.

I bet your mama was a tent show queen, and all her boy
Friends were sweet sixteen.
I'm no schoolboy but I know what I like,
You should have heard me just around midnight.

Ah Brown Sugar how come you taste so good
(A-ha) Brown Sugar, just like a young girl should.

I said yeah, I said yeah, I said yeah, I said
Oh just like a, just like a black girl should.

I said yeah, I said yeah, I said yeah, I said
Oh just like, just like a black girl should.

I can't get no satisfaction,
I can't get no satisfaction.
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try.
I can't get no, I can't get no.

When I'm drivin' in my car
and that man comes on the radio
and he's tellin' me more and more
about some useless information
supposed to fire my imagination.
I can't get no, oh no no no.
Hey hey hey, that's what I say.

I can't get no satisfaction,
I can't get no satisfaction.
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try.
I can't get no, I can't get no.

When I'm watchin' my TV
and that man comes on to tell me
how white my shirts can be.
Well he can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smoke
the same cigarrettes as me.
I can't get no, oh no no no.
Hey hey hey, that's what I say.

I can't get no satisfaction,
I can't get no girl with action.
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try.
I can't get no, I can't get no.

When I'm ridin' round the world
and I'm doin' this and I'm signing that
and I'm tryin' to make some girl
who tells me baby better come back later next week
'cause you see I'm on losing streak.
I can't get no, oh no no no.
Hey hey hey, that's what I say.

I can't get no, I can't get no,
I can't get no satisfaction,
no satisfaction, no satisfaction, no satisfaction

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens ev'ry day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the settin' sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
Hmm, hmm, hmm,...
I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah!

She's my little rock and roll, ah, ah, ah, ah
Oh, oh, she's my little rock and roll, baby

The heat's raiding, tracks are fading
Joint's rocking, could be anytime at all
But the bitch keeps bitching, the snitcher keeps snitching
Dropping names and telephone number and all, ah

She's my little rock and roll, ah, ah, ah
Oh, oh, she's my little rock and roll, ah, ah, ah

Scars healing, the dealers squealing
The pool's in but the patio ain't dry
Well the sense is sensing that the juice keeps pumping
And I know why

She's my little rock and roll, ah, ah, ah
My tits and ass with soul, baby
She's my little rock and roll, ah, ah, ah,
Oh, oh, she's my little rock and roll, ah
You got to shock them, show them
She's my little rock and roll, yeah
Shock, shock, shock, my, my, my

Well the sense is sensing that the juice keeps pumping
And I know why
But the bitch keeps bitching, the snitcher keeps snitching
Dropping names and telephone number and all but said all

She's my little rock and roll, ah, ah, ah
My tits and ass with soul, baby
She's my little rock and roll, yeah
Got to shock them, show them
She's my little rock and roll, ah, ah, ah
She's got a feeling to know, baby
She's my little rock and roll
Ahhh, the little bitch got soul
She's my little rock and roll ah,
Hey, the little bitch got soul
She’s my little rock and roll
She’s my little rock and roll…

I'm free to do what I want any old time
I'm free to do what I want any old time
So love me hold me love me hold me
I'm free any old time to get what I want

I'm free to sing my song knowing it's out of trend
I'm free to sing my song knowing it's out of trend
So love me hold me love me hold me
'Cause I'm free any old time to get what I want

So love me hold me love me hold me
I'm free any old time to get what I want

I'm free to choose who I see any old time
I'm free to bring who I choose any old time
Love me hold me love me hold me
I'm free any old time to get what I want

Saw you stretched out in room ten-o-nine
With a smile on your face
And a tear right in your eye
Couldn't see to get a line on you
My sweet honey love
Berber jew'lry jangling down the street
Make you shut your eyes at ev'ry woman that you meet
Could not seem to get a high on you
My sweet honey love

May the good lord shine a light on you
Make every song your favourite tune
May the good lord shine a light on you
Warm like the evening sun

Well, you're drunk in the alley, baby
With your clothes all torn
And you late night friends
Leave you in the cold grey dawn
Just seemed too many flies on you
I just can't brush them off

Angels beating all their wings in time
With smiles on their faces
And a gleam right in their eye
Thought I heard one sigh for you
Come on up, come on up, now
Come on up, now

May the good lord shine a light on you
Make every song you sing your favourite tune
May the good lord shine a light on you
Warm like the evening sun

Hear the screams of Center 42 
Loud enough to bust your brains out 
The opposition's tongue is cut in two 
Keep off the street 'cause you're in danger 

One hundred thousand disparus 
Lost in the jails in South America 
Cuddle up baby 
Cuddle up tight 
Cuddle up baby 
Keep it all out of sight 
Undercover 
Keep it all out of sight 
Undercover of the night 

The sex police are out there on the streets 
Make sure the pass laws are not broken 
The race militia has got itchy fingers 
All the way from New York back to Africa 

Cuddle up baby 
Keep it all out of sight 
Cuddle up baby 
Sleep with all out of sight 
Cuddle up baby 
Keep it all out of sight 
Undercover 
Undercover 
Undercover 
Keep it all out of sight 
Undercover of the night 

All the young men they've been rounded up 
And sent to camps back in the jungle 
And people whisper people double-talk 
And once proud fathers act so humble 
All the young girls they have got the blues 
They're heading on back to Center 42 

Keep it undercover 
Keep it all out of sight 
Keep it undercover 
Keep it all out of sight 
Undercover 
Keep it all out of sight 
Undercover 
Keep it all out of sight 
Undercover of the night 

Down in the bars the girls are painted blue 
Done up in lace, done up in rubber 
The John's are jerky little G.I. Joe's 
On R&R from Cuba and Russia 
The smell of sex, the smell of suicide 
All these things I can't keep inside 

Undercover 
Keep it all out of sight 
Undercover of the night 

Undercover of the night 
Undercover of the night 

Undercover 
Undercover 
Undercover of the night