The Rolling Stones Album

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

In the sweet old country where I come from
Nobody ever works
Nothing ever gets done
We hang fire
We hang fire

You know marrying money is a full time job
I don't need the aggravation
I'm a lazy slob
We hang fire
Hang fire, hang fire, hang
Put it on the wire, baby
hang fire, hang fire
Put it on the wire baby

We got nothing to eat
We go nowhere to work
Nothing to drink
We just lost our shirt
I'm on the dole
We ain't for hire
Say what the hell, say what the hell!
Hang fire
Hang fire, hang fire
Put it on the wire baby
Hang fire, hang fire
Hang fire, hang fire
Hang fire, hang fire
Put it on the wire baby

Yeah, take a thousand dollars
Go and have some fun
Put it all on at a hundred to one
Hang fire
We hang fire
Put it on the wire baby

Rolling Stones - Slave

Do it, do it, do it, do it
Don't wanna be your slave
Twenty four hours a day
Hey, why don't you go down to the supermarket
Get something to eat, steal something of the shelves
Pass by the liquor store
Be back about quarter to twelve
Don't want to be your slave
Baby go, baby go, baby go
Do it 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…

Rolling Stones - Black Limousine

We used to ride, baby
Ride around in limousines
We looked so fine, baby
You in white and me in green
Drinking and dancing
All inside and crazy dream
Well now look at your face now baby
Look at you and look at me
I get so scared
Just to see you on the street
They're living dead
Your all the same, you never speak
Your wrecked out now
Washed up high up on the beach
Well now look at your face now baby
Look at you and look at me
We used to shine, shine, shine, shine
Say what a pair, say what a team
We used to ride, ride, ride, ride
In a long black limousine
Those dreams are gone baby
Locked away and never seen
Well now look at your face now baby
Look at you and look at me

Neighbors, neighbors, neighbors
Have I got neighbors?
Have I got neighbors?
All day and all night

Neighbors
Have I got neighbors?
Ringing my doorbells
All day and all night

Ladies, have I got crazies?
Screaming young babies
No piece and no quiet
I got T.V.'s, saxophone playing
Groaning and straining
With the trouble and strife

Is it any wonder
Is it any wonder
Is it any wonder
That we fuss and fight

Neighbors, due unto strangers
Do unto neighbors
What you do to yourself, yourself, yourself

Is it any wonder
Is it any wonder
Is it any wonder
That we fuss and fight

Neighbors do unto strangers
Do onto neighbors what you do to yourself
Yourself, yourself, yourself
Neighbors, neighbors, neighbors

Neighbors, neighbors, neighbors
Do yourself a favour
Don't you mess with my baby
When I'm working all night
You know that neighbors
Steal off my table
Steal off my table
And doing alright, alright, alright

Neighbors do unto strangers
Do unto strangers
What you do to yourself

Rolling Stones - Worried About You

Sometime I wonder why you do these things to me
Sometime I worry girl that you ain't in love with me
Sometime I stay out late, yeah I'm having fun
Yes, I guess you know by now you ain't the only one
Baby, sweet things that you promised me babe
Seemed to go up in smoke
Yeah, vanish like a dream
I wonder why you do these things to me
Cause I'm worried
I just can't seem to find my way, baby
Ooh, the nights I spent just waiting on the sun
Just like your burned out cigarette
You threw away my love
Why did you do that baby
I wonder why, why you do these things to me
I'm worried
Lord, I'll find out anyway
Sure going to find myself a girl someday
Till then I'm worried
Yeah, I just can't seem to find my way
Yeah, I'm a hard working man
When did I ever do you wrong?
Yeah, I get all my money baby
Bring it, bring it all home
Yeah, I'm telling the truth
Sweet things, sweet things that you promised me
Well I'm worried, I just can't seem to find my way, baby
I'm worried about you
I'm worried about you
Tell you something now
Worried 'bout you, child
Worried 'bout you, woman
Yeah, I'm worried
Lord, I'll find out anyway
Sure as Hell I'm going to find that girl someday
Till then I'm worried
Lord, I just can't seem to find my way

Hey baby
Every man is the same come on
I'll make you a star
I'll take you a million miles from all this
Put you on a pedestal
Come on, come on

Have you ever heard those opening lines
You should leave this small town way behind
I'll be your partner
Show you the steps
With me behind your tasting of the sweet wine of success
Cause I'll take you to the top, baby
Hey baby
I'll take you to the top

Step on the ladder
Toe in the pool
Your such a natural you don't need no acting school
Don't need no casting couch
Or be a star in bed
Never, never, never let success go to you pretty head
Cause I'll take you to the top, baby
I swear we'll never going to stop, baby
I'll take you to the top

Don't let the world pass you by
You better take your chance now baby
Or be sorry for the rest of your sweet loving life, baby
Oh, sugar
Hey sugar, I'll take you to the top
I'll take you to the top
I'll take you to the top, sugar

Smell of you baby, my senses, my senses be praised
Smell of you baby, my senses, my senses be praised

Kissing and running, kissing and running away
Kissing and running, kissing and running away
Senses be praised
Senses be praised

Your my saving grace, saving grace
Nothing will harm you
Nothing will stand in your way
Nothing, Nothing
Nothing will stop you
And nothing will stand in your way
No one will harm you
No one will stand in your way
No one will bar you
Nothing will stand in your way
Nothing
There's nothing

Rolling Stones - No use in Crying

Ain't no use in crying
Stay away from me
Standing in the kitchen
Looking way out cross the fields
You see a face in the window
It not real, it not real
Ain't no use in crying
Stay away from me
Ain't no use
Standing at the station
Gazing down the track
There ain't no train coming baby
I ain't never, never coming back
Standing in the balcony
Looking way towards cross the sea
If you see your ship come a sailing
It not me, it not me
It's not me
Stay away from me
Hey you
Ain't no use, ain't no use
Stay away from me
Ain't no use in crying
Stay away from me

Watching girls go passing by
It ain't the latest thing
I'm just standing in a doorway
I'm just trying to make some sense
Out of these girls go passing by
The tales they tell of men
I'm not waiting on a lady
I'm just waiting on a friend

A smile relieves a heart that grieves
Remember what I said
I'm not waiting on a lady
I'm just waiting on a friend
I'm just waiting on a friend

Don't need a whore
I don't need no booze
Don't need a virgin priest
But I need someone I can cry to
I need someone to protect
Making love and breaking hearts
It is a game for youth
But I'm not waiting on a lady
I'm just waiting on a friend