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Rolling Stones : Beggars Banquet 1968

  1. Sympathy For The Devil
  2. No Expectations
  3. Dear Doctor
  4. Parachute Woman
  5. Jigsaw Puzzle

  6. Street Fighting Man
  7. Prodigal Son
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  8. Stray Cat Blues
  9. Factory Girl
  10. Salt Of The Earth

Sympathy For The Devil

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Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long, long year, stole many a man's soul and faith And I was round when Jesus Christ had his moment of doubt and pain Made damn sure that Pilate washed his hands and sealed his fate
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Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name
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But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game I stuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was a time for a change Killed the Czar and his ministers, Anastasia screamed in vain I rode a tank, held a general's rank when the Blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game I watched with glee while your kings and queens Fought for ten decades for the Gods they made I shouted out, "Who killed the Kennedys?" when after all it was you and me Let me please introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps for troubadours who get killed before they reached Bombay Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game Oh yeah, get down, baby! Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game Just as every cop is a criminal and all the sinners saints As heads is tails, just call me Lucifer, 'cause I'm in need of some restraint So if you meet me, have some courtesy, have some sympathy and some taste Use all your well-learned politesse or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game Mmm, baby, get down! Woo, hoo! Oh yeah, get on down Oh yeah, oh yeah Tell me baby, what's my name? Tell me honey, baby guess my name Tell me baby, what's my name? I tell you one time, you're to blame Ooh, hoo, hoo, oh yeah, what's my name? Tell me, baby, what's my name? Tell me, sweetie, what's my name? Ooh, hoo, hoo, oh yeah

No Expectations

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Take me to the station
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And put me on a train
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I've got no expectation
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To pass through here again Once I was a rich man And now I am so poor But never in my sweet short life Have I felt like this before You heart is like a diamond You throw your pearls at swine And as I watch you leaving me You pack my peace of mind Our love was like the water That splashes on a stone Our love is like our music It's here, and then it's gone So take me to the airport And put me on a plane I got no expectations To pass through here again

Dear Doctor

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Oh help me, please doctor, I'm damaged
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There's a pain where there once was a heart
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It's sleepin', it's a beatin', can't you please tear it out
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And preserve it right there in that jar? Oh help me, please mama, I'm sickening It's today that's the day of the plunge Oh the gal I'm to marry is a bow-legged sow I've been soakin' up drink like a sponge "Don't you worry, get dressed," cried my mother As she plied me with bourbon so sour Pull your socks up, put your suit on, comb your long hair down For you will be wed in the hour So help me, please doctor, I'm damaged There's a pain where there once was a heart I'm sleepin', it's a beatin', can't you please take it out And preserve it right there in that jar? I was tremblin', as I put on my jacket It had creases as sharp as a knife I put the ring in my pocket, but there was a note And my heart it jumped into my mouth It read, "Darlin', I'm sorry to hurt you But I have no courage to speak to your face But I'm down in Virginia with your cousin Lou There will be no wedding today" So help me, please doctor, I'm damaged You can put back my heart in its hole Oh mama, I'm cryin' tears of relief And my pulse is now under control

Parachute Woman

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Parachute woman, land on me tonight
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Parachute woman, land on me tonight
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I'll break big in New Orleans
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And I'll overspill in Caroline Parachute woman, join me for a ride Parachute woman, join me for a ride I'll make my blow in Dallas And get hot again in half the time
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Parachute woman, will you blow me out? Parachute woman, will you blow me out? Well, my heavy throbber's itchin' Just to lay a solid rhythm down
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Jigsaw Puzzle

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There's a tramp sittin' on my doorstep, tryin' to waste his time
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With his mentholated sandwich he's a walking clothes line
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And here comes the bishop's daughter on the other side
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She looks a trifle jealous, she's been an outcast all her life
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Me, I'm waiting so patiently
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Lying on the floor
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I'm just trying to do my jigsaw puzzle
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Before it rains anymore Oh the gangster looks so frightening with his luger in his hand When he gets home to his children he's a family man But when it comes to the nitty-gritty he can shove in his knife Yes he really looks quite religious, He's been an outlaw all his life Me, I'm waiting so patiently Lying on the floor I'm just trying to do my jigsaw puzzle Before it rains anymore Oh the singer, he looks angry at being thrown to the lions And the bass player, he looks nervous about the girls outside And the drummer, he was shattered trying to keep up time And the guitar players look damaged, they've been outcasts all their lives Me, I'm waiting so patiently Lying on the floor I'm just trying to do my jigsaw puzzle Before it rains anymore And as twenty thousand grandmas waving their hankies in the air All burning up their pensions and shouting, "It's not fair!" There's a regiment of soldiers standing, looking on And the queen is bravely shouting, "What the Hell is going on?" With a blood-curdling "tally-ho" she charged into the ranks And blessed all those grandmas who with their dying breaths screamed "thanks!" Me, I'm waiting so patiently With my woman on the floor We're just trying to do this jigsaw puzzle Before it rains anymore

Street Fighting Man

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Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy 'Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
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Well what can a poor boy do? Except to sing for a rock and roll band 'Cause in sleepy London town there's just no place
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For a street fighting man, no! |
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Hey, think the time is right for valorous revolution But where I live the game to play is compromise solution
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Well what can a poor boy do? Except to sing for a rock and roll band 'Cause in sleepy London town there's just no place
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For a street fighting man, no! |
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Hey said my name has caused disturbance I shout and scream, I kill the king, I rail at all his servants
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Well what can a poor boy do? Except to sing for a rock and roll band 'Cause in sleepy London town there's just no place
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For a street fighting man, no! Get down! |
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Prodigal Son

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Well a poor boy took his father's bread and started down the road Started down the road
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Took all he had and started down the road
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Going out in this world, where? God only knows
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And that'll be the way to get along Well poor boy spent all he had, famine come in the land Famine come in the land Spent all he had and famine come in the land Said, "I believe I'll go and hire me to some man And that'll be the way I'll get along" Well, man said, "I'll give you a job for to feed my swine For to feed my swine I'll give you a job for to feed my swine" Boy stood there and hung his head and cried 'Cause that is no way to get along Said, "I believe I'll ride, believe I'll go back home Believe I'll go back home Believe I'll ride, believe I'll go back home Or down the road as far as I can go" And that'll be the way to get along Well, father said, "See my son coming after me Coming home to me" Father ran and fell down on his knees Said, "Sing and praise, Lord have mercy on me" Mercy Oh poor boy stood there, hung his head and cried Hung his head and cried Poor boy stood and hung his head and cried Said, "Father will you look on me as a child?" Yeah Well father said, "Eldest son, kill the fatted calf Call the family round Kill that calf and call the family round My son was lost but now he is found 'Cause that's the way for us to get along" Hey

Stray Cat Blues

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I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs
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I know you're no scare-eyed honey
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There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs
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But it's no hanging matter, it's no capital crime Yes I can see that you're fifteen years old No I don't want your ID Yes I can see that you're so far from home But it's no hanging matter, it's no capital crime
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Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat
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Oh yeah, don't you scratch like that
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Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat, I bet
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Bet your mama don't know you scream like that
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I bet your mother don't know that you spit like that You look so weird and you're so, so far from home But you really miss your mother Don't look so scared I'm not no mad-brained bear But it's no hanging matter, it's no capital crime, oh yeah...
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I bet your mama don't know that you scratch like that I bet your mother don't know you bite like that You say you got a friend, and 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 capital crime Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat Oh yeah, don't you scratch like that Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat I bet your mama don't know you can bite like that I bet she never saw you scratch my back

Factory Girl

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Waiting for a girl who's got curlers in her hair Waiting for a girl she has no money anywhere We get buses everywhere
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Waiting for a factory girl Waiting for a girl and her knees are much too fat Waiting for a girl who wears scarves instead of hat Her zipper's broken down the back Waiting for a factory girl Waiting for a girl and she gets me into fights Waiting for a girl we get drunk on Friday nights She's a sight for sore eyes Waiting for a factory girl Waiting for a girl and she's got stains all down her dress Waiting for a girl and my feet are getting wet She ain't come out yet Waiting for a factory girl

Salt Of The Earth

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Let's drink to the hard-working people
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Let's drink to the lowly of birth
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Raise your glass to the good and the evil
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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
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And when I search a faceless crowd
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A swirling mass of gray and black and white
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They don't look real to me
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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 leaders but get gamblers instead Spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter His empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows And a parade of the gray suited grafters A choice of cancer or polio 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 Let's drink to the hard-working people Let's think of the lowly of birth Spare a thought for the ragtaggy 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