Rip This Joint lyrics

Mama says yes, Papa says no

Make up your mind 'cause I gotta go

We're gonna raise hell at the Union Hall

Drive myself right over the wall

Rip this joint, gonna save your soul

Round and round and round we go

Roll this joint, gonna get down low

Start my starter, gonna stop the show

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 DC

Well they're gonna 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

New Orleans with the Dixie Dean

To Dallas, Texas with the Butter Queen

Rip this joint, gonna rip yours too

Some brand new steps and some weight to lose

Gonna roll this joint, gonna get down low

Round and round and round we'll go

Wham, Bham, Birmingham, Alabam' don't give a damn

Little Rock and I'm fit to top

Ah, let it rock

• Artist:The Rolling Stones
• Album:Exile on Main St. (1972)