The Rolling Stones – Rip This Joint Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
Rip this joint, going to save your soul
Round and round and round we go
Roll this joint, going to get down low
Start my starter, going to stop the show
Oh, yeah!

[Verse 2]
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 going to 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
Across to Dallas, Texas with the Butter Queen

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Wham, Bham, Birmingham, Alabama don't give a damn
Little Rock fit to drop
Ah, let it rock

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