- Jagger/Richard
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.
Rip this joint, gonna save your soul,
so round and round and round we go.
Roll this joint, gonna get down low,
start my starter, gonna stop the show.
Oh, yeah!
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 gonna hold some grits 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!