Hold Back
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Hear the voice of experience
A word from the wise
Grab opportunity
While you're alive
'Cos if you follow the crowd
'Cos if you act like a coward
You'll end up yelling out loud

Hold back
You'll regret it someday
Choke on that
Don't let it pass you by
Hold back
You better seize the hour

You look in your history books
You delve in the past
Stalin and Roosevelt
Both took their chances
And George grasped the nettle
It's do or dare
From the banks of the Delaware

Yeah don't hold back
Trust your gut reaction
Be bold, be bold baby
If you don't take chances
You won't make advances
Hold back yeah

Don't matter if you ain't so good looking
If you ain't sharp as a blade
Don't be afraid
Don't hold back
Life is passing you by
Choke on that
Keep on moving, keep on moving
Gotta run with the crowd
You'll end up in the madhouse
Shouting the cold walls down
Yeah don't hold back

Hold back
You're messing with your life
Hold back
Yeah life goes by fast sometimes
Be bold be bold be bold be bold baby
You're wasting your time
I want your attention
So pin back your ears

I've been climbing this tree of promises
For over forty years
Your vision get broken
And bust on the ground
So watch me, watch me rebound

Yeah don't hold back
You're wrecking your life
Choke on that
Don't hold back
No don't hold back
You're messing with your life



Hold On To Your Hat
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Hold on to your head
Hold on to your hat
You're screaming down the alley
And never coming back
Get out of my bod
Get out of the sack
Don't give me no lip
Don't give me no crap
No way

Get out the madhouse
Tear it all down
Get out the madhouse
Burn it to the ground
Got to, got to get out

Get out of my face
Get out of my shack
Now you've had a fair share
You had a fair whack
Hold on to your butt
Hold on to your hat
You're heading out of here
And never coming back

Get out the madhouse
Tear it all down
Get out the madhouse
Burn it to the ground
We'll never make it
Don't you fake it
You're getting loaded
I'm getting goaded
Got to, got to get out

Hold on to your heart
Hold on to your hat
Don't give me no shit
Don't give me no crap
Hold on to your head
Don't give me no rap
I've had it up to here
With your yackety-yak

You're getting loaded
I'm getting goaded
We'll never make it
Don't fake it
Get out the madhouse
Tear it all down
Get out the madhouse
Burn it to the ground
Got to, got to get out
Got to, got to get out

Come on baby
Come on baby
Burn it all down
I'm over with ya baby

I'm over with ya baby
Get up--get out



Honest I Do
(Hurron/Calvert)

Don't you know that I love you
Honest I do
I'll never please
No one but you

Please tell me you love me
Stop driving me mad
You the sweetest little woman
That I ever had

Please tell me you love me
Stop driving me mad
When I woke up this morning
Never felt so bad



Honky Tonk Women
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)


I met a gin-soaked barroom queen in Memphis,
She tried to take me upstairs for a ride.
She had to heave me right across her shoulder,
Cause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind.

It's the honky tonk women,
That gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.

I laid a divorcee in New York City,
I had to put up some kind of a fight.
The lady, then she covered me in roses,
She blew my nose and then she blew my mind.

It's the honky tonk women,
That gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues



Hot Stuff
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Hot stuff,
Can't get enough
Hot stuff, hot stuff, hot stuff, can't get enough

The music is mighty, mighty fine
Hot stuff, hot stuff
Play it rough

Cause music is want I want
To keep my body always moving
Yeah, shake it up, hot stuff

Everyday I get another dose
I can't stand it when the music stops
Hot stuff

Everybody on the dance floor
You know what I'm talking about
Music make you forget all your trouble
Make you sing and make you tell the whole wide world
So what? Hot stuff

I want to tell all my friends in London
There ain't nothing wrong with you
But you'd better shape up
Shake it up, your hot stuff

All the people in New York City
I know you all going broke
But I know your tough, yeah you're hot stuff

To everybody in Jamaica
That's working in the sun
Your hot, your hot stuff
Shake it up, hot stuff



How Can I Stop
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

You offer me
All your love and sympathy
Sweet affection baby
It's killing me

'Cause baby baby
Can't you see
How could I stop
Once I start baby

How could I stop once I start
How could I stop
Yeah yeah
How could I stop once I start

You look at me
But I don't know what you see
A reflection baby
Of what I want to be

I see your face
And I want to roll with it

But how could I stop
Baby how could I stop
How could I stop
Stop it, stop it

If I could, I'd take you all the way
Baby, baby listen what I say
There's even some things
That I just would not pay

'Cause how could I stop
If I start babe
How could I stop
If I start
Start with you

How could I stop
If I start, baby
How could I stop
If I start with you

It's too easy to lay here at your feet
I couldn't take the heat
There's somewhere else
Maybe you should go
Baby maybe baby just a further down the road

How could I stop
If I start with you baby
How could I stop
How could I stop
Once I start

You tell me baby
Once I've started with you
How could I stop
Once I start

Stop, stop, stop