Get Yer Ya-Ya's Out!

1970
(live)

Jumping Jack Flash - Carol - Stray Cat Blues - Love in Vain
Midnight Rambler - Sympathy for the Devil - Live With Me
Little Queenie - Honky Tonk Women - Street Fighting Man

Jumping Jack Flash
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

spoken:

(Everybody seems to be ready, everybody ready?
We are sorry for the delay
[....]
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I was born in a crossfire 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 a gas, gas, gas

I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag
I was schooled 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, I was washed up and left for dead
I fell down, to my feet and I saw they bled
Yeah, sure and I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread, sure
Yeah, 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

spoken (Jagger):

(Oh yeah. Thank you kindly
I think I busted a button on my trousers
Hope they don't fall down.
You don't want my trousers to fall down, now do ya?)

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Carol
(C. Berry)

Oh, Carol
Don't let 'em steal your heart away
Well I'm gonna learn to dance if it takes me all night and day

Climb into my machine so we can groove on out
I know a swinging little joint we can jump and shout
It takes you far back off the highway not so long a ride
You park your car out in the open you can walk inside
A little cutie takes your hat and you can thank her ma'am
'Cause every time you make the scene you find the joint is jammed

Oh Carol
Don't let 'em steal your heart away
Well I'm gonna learn to dance if it takes me all night and day

Yeah if you want to hear some boogie like the boys'll play
Hol' tight pat your foot don' let it carry you 'way
Don't let the heat overcome you when they play so loud
Yeah, don't the music intrigue you when they get a crowd
Yeah now you can't dance I know you would 'f you could
I got my eyes on you sugar cause you dance so good

Oh Carol
Don't let 'em steal your heart away
Why I'm gonna learn to dance if it takes me all night and day

Don't let her steal your heart away
Why I got to learn to dance if it takes me all night and day

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Stray Cat Blues
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

(Thank you)

I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs
There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs
It's no hanging matter, no
It's no capital crime

I can see that you're just thirteen years old
I don't want your I.D.
You look so lonesome and you so far from home
It's no hanging matter
It's no capital crime

Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat
Yes, don'tcha scratch like that?
Yeah, you're a strange stray cat
Bet your mama don't know that ya bite like that
I bet she never heard ya scream like that

You look so lonesome, and I'm so far from home
But I don't really miss my mother
Don't look so scared I'm not no mad-brained bear
It's no hanging matter, no
It's no capital crime
Oh yeah

You say you got a friend, she's wilder than you
Why don't you bring her upstairs
If she's so wild she can join in too
It's no hanging matter, no
It's no capital crime

Yeah, you're a strange stray cat
Yeah, why don't ya bite like that?
Oh yeah, yeah, you're a strange stray cat
I bet you mama never saw ya you scratch like that
Bet she never saw ya bite like that

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Love in Vain
(Trad arr. M. Jagger/K. Richards)

(Well, alright)

Well I followed her to the station
With a suitcase in my hand
Yeah and I followed her to the station (I tell you)
With a suitcase in my hand
(Y'know it's) hard to tell it's hard to tell
When all your love's in vain

When the train come in the station
I looked her in the eye
Yeah and the train it come in the station
And I looked her in the eye
Whoa, and I feel so sad and lonesome
That I could not help but cry
Cry on baby

When the train left the station
He had two lights on behind
Yeah, and the train it left the station I tell you
He had two lights on behind
Whoa, the blue light was my blues
And the red light was my mind

I'm wanna tell ya that, all, all of my love's
All of my love's...
Aw yeah
(ad lib)
All right

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Midnight Rambler
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

(Oh yeah
I'm a-talkin' 'bout the midnight rambler
Everybody got to go)

A-talkin' 'bout the midnight rambler
And everybody got to go

Well I'm a-talkin' 'bout the midnight gambler
The one you never seen before
I'm sighin' down the wind so sadly
A-listen and you'll hear me moan
Well I'm a-talkin' 'bout the midnight gambler
And everybody got to go
(yeah c'mon)

Talkin' 'bout the midnight gambler
The one you never seen before
I'm talkin' 'bout the midnight rambler
A-did you see me jump the garden wall
I don't give you a hoot of a warning
A-dressed up in my black cat cloak
I don't dig the light of the morning
I'll split the time the cock'rel crows

I'm tellin' 'bout the midnight rambler
Well, honey, it's no rock 'n' roll show
Well, I'm a-talkin' 'bout the midnight gambler
And everybody got to go

(Ad lib)

Oh, don't do that (repeat 9 times)

(Ad lib)

Yeah!
Well all right
(Ad lib)
Oh yeah (etc.)

Well, you heard about the Boston...
Honey, it's not one of those
Talkin' 'bout the midnight... shit!
Did you see me jump bedroom door...
I'm called a hit and run raper, in anger
Or just a knife sharpened, tippy toe...
Or just a shoot 'em dead, brainbell jongleur
Everybody got to go

If you ever meet the midnight rambler
And he's prancin' down your marble hall
And he's pouncin' like a proud black panther
You should say I, told you so
If you listen for the midnight rambler
Play it easy, easy, as you go
I'll go smash down all your plate glass windows
Put my fist through your steel plate doors
(Ad lib)

Well I'm a-talkin' bout the midnight rambler
The one you never seen before
Well I'm a-talkin' bout the midnight rambler
And did you see me jump your garden wall
And if you ever catch the Midnight Rambler
Steal your mistress from under your nose
Go easy with your cold fanged anger
I'll stick my knife right down your throat baby, and it hurts

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Sympathy for the Devil
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Spoken, from audience:

(Paint it black
Paint it black
Paint it black you devils)

Please allow me to introduce myself
Why 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

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

Pleased to meet you, and I
Hope you guess-a my name, ah...
But what's been puzzling you
Is just the nature of-a my game, aw yeah

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
A-when the Blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank, aw yeah

A-'cause I'm pleased to meet you, and I
Hope you guess-a my name, aw baby
What's been puzzling you
Is just the nature of-a my game (aw baby)

I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
A-for the Gods they made

I shouted out
"Who killed the Kennedys?"
A-when-a after all, after all
It was you and me

A-well, let me please introduce myself
Why I'm a man of wealth and taste
Yes, and I, I laid traps for troubadors
Who get killed before they reach Bombay

And I'm-a pleased to meet you baby
Hope you guess my name, ah yeah
And what's been puzzling you
Is just the nature of my game, oh wooo

(Ad lib)

Tell me baby
What's my name
Tell me sweetie
What's my name

(Ad lib)

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Live With Me
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

(Well alright. Havin' a good time?)

I got nasty habits
I take tea at three
Yes, and the meat I eat for dinner
Must be hung up for a week
My best friend he shoots water rats, and
Feeds them to his geese
Don'tcha think there's a place for you
In between the sheets?

Come on now honey we can build a home for three, yeah
Aw come on now honey, don'tcha wanna live with me?

There's a score of hare-brained children
They're all locked in the nursery
They got earphone heads, they got dirty necks
They're so 20th century
Why they queue up for the bathroom
'round about 7:35
And don'tcha think we need a woman's touch to
make it come alive?

Why you'd look good pram pushing down the high street, yeah
Aw come on now honey, 'n' don'tcha wanna live with me?

Ah come on now baby there's a place between the sheets (ad lib)
Come on now honey, 'n' don'tcha wanna live with me?