The Worst Lyrics By Rolling Stones

Well I said from the first
I am the worst kind of guy
For you to be around
Tear me apart
Including this old heart
That is true
And never ever let you down

You shouldn't stick with me
You trust me too much, you see
Take all the pain
It's yours anyway
Yeah kid...

Oh, put the blame on me
You ought to pass, you see
Somewhere outside
I threw love aside
Now it's a tragedy

I said from the first
I am the worst kind of guy
For you to be around

Star Star Lyrics By Rolling Stones

Baby, baby, I've been so sad since you've been gone
way back to New York City
where you do belong
Honey, I missed your two tongue kisses,
legs wrapped around me tight
If I ever get back to Fun City, girl,
I'm gonna make you scream all night.
Honey, honey, call me on the telephone,
I know you're movin' out to Hollywood
with your can of tasty foam
All those beat up friends of mine
got to get you in their books
And lead guitars and movie stars
get their toes beneath your hook.Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star,
a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star.Yeah, I heard about you Polaroid's,
now that's what I call obscene,
your tricks with fruit was kind a cute,
I bet you keep your pussy clean.
Honey, I miss your two tone kisses,
legs wrapped around me tight.
If I ever get back to New York, girl,
gonna make you scream all night.Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star,
a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star.Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you
for givin' head to Steve McQueen,
yeah, and me we made a pretty pair,
fallin' through the Silver Screen.
Honey, I'm open to anything
I don't know where to draw the line.
Yeah, I'm makin' bets that you gonna get
(you man) before he dies.
(John Wayne)Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star,
a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star.

Jumping Jack Flash Lyrics By Rolling Stones

I was born in a crossfire hurricane
And I hoowled 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 schlooed 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 Iwas 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
I was crowned with a spike right through 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!

Let It Bleed Lyrics By Rolling Stones

Well, we all need someone we can lean on
And if you want it, you can lean on me
Yeah, we all need someone we can lean on
And if you want it, you can lean on me

She said, "My breasts, they will always be open
Baby, you can rest your weary head right on me
And there will always be a space in my parking lot
When you need a little coke and sympathy"

Yeah, we all need someone we can dream on
And if you want it, baby, well you can dream on me
Yeah, we all need someone we can cream on
And if you want to, well you can cream on me

I was dreaming of a steel guitar engagement
When you drunk my health in scented jasmine tea
But you knifed me in my dirty filthy basement
With that jaded, faded, junky nurse
Oh what pleasant company

We all need someone we can feed on
And if you want it, well you can feed on me
Take my arm, take my leg, oh baby don't you take my head

Yeah, we all need someone we can bleed on
Yeah, and if you want it, baby, well you can bleed on me
Yeah, we all need someone we can bleed on
Yeah, yeah, and if you want it, baby, why don'cha bleed on me
All over

Ahh, bleed it alright, bleed it alright, bleed it alright
You can bleed all over me
Bleed it alright, bleed it alright, you can be my rider
You can cum all over me
Bleed it alright, baby, bleed it alright, bleed it alright
You can cum all over me
Bleed it alright, baby cum all over me

Harlem Shuffle Lyrics By Rolling Stones

You move it to the left
yeah
you go for yourself.
You move it to the right
yeah
if it takes all night.
Now take it kinda slow with a whole lot of soul.
Don't move it too fast
just take it last.

You scratch just like a monkey
yeah
you do
real cool.
You slide into the limbo
yeah
how low can you go?
But come on
baby
I don't want you to scuffle now.
You just groove it right here to the harlem shuffle.

Yeah
yeah
yeah
do the harlem shuffle.
Yeah
yeah
yeah
do the harlem shuffle.

Hitch
hitch-hike baby
across the floor.
Whoa
whoa
whoa
I can't stand it no more.
Now come on
baby
now get into your slide.
We're gonna ride
ride
ride
little pony ride.

Yeah
yeah
yeah
do the harlem shuffle.
Yeah
yeah
yeah
do the harlem shuffle.
Yeah
yeah
yeah
shake a tail feather
baby.
Yeah
yeah
yeah
shake a tail feather
baby.
Yeah
yeah
yeah
do the harlem shuffle.
Yeah
yeah
yeah
do the harlem shuffle.
Yeah
yeah
yeah
do the harlem shuffle.
Yeah
yeah
y_eah
do the harlem shuffle.

Salt Of The Earth Lyrics By Rolling Stones

Let's drink to the hard working people
Let's drink to the lowly of birth
Raise your glass to the good and the evil
Let's drink to the salt of the earth

Say a prayer for the common foot soldier
Spare a thought for his back breaking work
Say a prayer for his wife and his children
Who burn the fires and who still till the earth

And when I search a faceless crowd
A swirling mass of gray and
Black and white
They don't look real to me
In fact, they look so strange

Raise your glass to the hard working people
Let's drink to the uncounted heads
Let's think of the wavering millions
Who need leading but get gamblers instead

Spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter
Empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows
And a parade of the gray suited grafters
A choice of cancer or polio

And when I look in the faceless crowd
A swirling mass of grays and
Black and white
They don't look real to me
Or don't they look so strange

Let's drink to the hard working people
Let's think of the lowly of birth
Spare a thought for the rag taggy people
Let's drink to the salt of the earth

Let's drink to the hard working people
Let's drink to the salt of the earth
Let's drink to the two thousand million
Let's think of the humble of birth

Moonlight Mile Lyrics By Rolling Stones

When the wind blows and the rain feels cold
with a head full of snow
with a head full of snow
In the window there's a face you know
Don't the night pass slow
Don't the night pass slow

The sound of strangers sending nothing to my mind
Just another mad mad day on the road
I am just living to be lying by your side
But I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road

Made a rag pile of my shiny clothes
Gonna warm my bones, gonna warm my bones
I got silence on my radio
Let the air waves flow, let the air waves flow
For I'm sleeping under strange strange skies
Just another mad mad day on the road
My dreams are fading down the railway line
I'm just about a moonlight mile down the road

I'm hiding sister and
I'm dreaming
I'm riding down your moonlight mile
I'm hiding sister and
I'm dreaming
I'm riding down your moonlight mile
There I go now coming home now baby
Yeah, there I go now coming home now baby
Yeah, I'm coming home 'cause

I'm just about a moonlight mile
on down the road
on down the road,
down the road

Ventilator Blues Lyrics By Rolling Stones

When your spine is cracking
And your hands, they shake
Heart is bursting and you butt's gonna break
Your woman's cussing, you can hear her scream
You feel like murder in the first degree
Ain't nobody slowing down no way
Ev'rybody's stepping on their accelerator
Don't matter where you are
Ev'rybody's gonna need a ventilator
When you're trapped and circled
With no second chances
Your code of living is your gun in hand
We can't be browed by beating
We can't be cowed by words
Messed up cheating, ain't gonna ever learn
Ev'rybody walking 'round
Ev'rybody trying to step on their Creator
Don't matter where you are
Ev'rybody, ev'rybody gonna need
Some kind of ventilator
Some kind of ventilator
What you gonna do about it
What you gonna do?
What you gonna do about it
What you gonna do?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?