Rip This Joint

Composers: Mick Jagger & Keith Richards
Recording locations: Rolling Stones Mobile Unit, Keith Richards' home, Villefranche-sur-mer,France & Sunset Sound Studios, Los Angeles, USA
July 1971 & October 1971-March 1972 
Performed onstage: 1972-73, 1975-76, 1995, 2002-03

 

 

Line-up:

Lead vocal: Mick Jagger
Electric guitars: Keith Richards & Mick Taylor
Drums: Charlie Watts
Upright acoustic bass:Bill Plummer
Background vocals: Mick Jagger & Keith Richards
Piano: Nicky Hopkins
Saxophone: Bobby Keys
Trumpet and/or trombone: Jim Price
 

Mama says yes, Papa says no
Make up you mind 'cause I got to go
I'm gonna raise hell at the Union Hall
Drive myself right over the wall

Rip this joint, going to save your soul
Round and round and round we go
Roll this joint, going to get down low
Start my starter, going to stop the show

Yeah, oh yeah

Mister President, Mister immigration man
Let me in, sweetie, to your fair land
I'm Tampa bound and Memphis too
Well, short, fat Fanny is on the loose

Dig that sound on the radio
Then slip it right across into Buffalo
Dick and Pat in old D.C.
Well, they're going to hold some shit for me

Yin 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?

From San Jose down to Santa Fe
Kiss me quick, baby, won't you make my day?
To New Orleans with the Dixie dean
Down to Dallas, Texas with the butter queen

Rip this joint, going to rip yours too
Some brand new steps and some weight to lose
Going to roll this joint, going to get down low
Round and round and round we go

Wham, bam, Birmingham
Alabam' , don't give a damn
Little Rock and I'm fit to pop
Ah let it rock
 
 

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