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Rolling Stones Get Yer Ya Ya S Out

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

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

maid, she's French, she's got no sense She's wild for Crazy Horse And when she strips, the chauffeur flips The footman's eyes get crossed Don'cha think there's

my hand Yeah, I followed her to the station With a suitcase in my hand Whoa, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell When all your love's in vain

summer's here and the time is right for fighting in thestreet, boy But what can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in sleepy

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

in my hand Yeah, I followed her to the station With a suitcase in my hand Whoa, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell When all your love's in vain

-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

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