Mannish Boy
(Morganfield)

Oh yeah, yeah
Oh yes
Everything gonna be alright

Oh yeah, yeah
Now when I was a young boy
At the age of five
My mother said I'll be
The greatest man alive

And now I'm a man
I'm over twenty-one
You better believe me, baby
And I'll say, we can have lots of fun

I'm a man
Huh huh huh huh huh
A man
Oh yeah

Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah

The line I shoot
Will never miss
And when I make love to you baby
You just can't resist

Ooh, ain't that man
Spelled "M"
"A" child
"N"

No "B"
"O" child
"Y"
That spell mannish boy

I'm a man
A man
I'm a man
I'm a man

I sittin' on the outside
Just me and my mate
I made the move
Come up two hours late

Ain't that a man
No "B"
"O" child
"Y"
That spell mannish boy

I'm a man
I'm a man
I'm a full grown man, baby

Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah

All you pretty women
Stand in line
I make love with you baby
In an hour's time

I'm a man
I'm a man
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)...



Mean Disposition
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

I'm getting wise to you
You're going to see
I'm going to work on you
The way you worked on me
I got a sharper aim
And you're in my sights
And if I'm going to go
I'm going in a blaze of lights

And in this crazy world of hit and run
There are no laws here
Just a loaded gun

She's got a mean disposition
She's got a big shooter too
She's got a mean disposition
Really make a mess
Really make a mess out of you

I never close my eyes
I never sleep
I'm staying on my guard
Waiting for my flesh to creep
And I never trusted you
You never trusted me
I'll do a deal with you
If you'll do a deal with me

For me the nightmare's only just begun
There is no law here
Just a loaded gun

She's got a mean disposition
Got a big shooter too
She's got a mean disposition
Got a bad attitude
She's got a mean disposition
Going to cut your half
Going to cut your half in two

I'm going have to stand my ground
Like Crockett at the Alamo
I'm going to draw the line
One of us has got to go

She's got a mean disposition
Got a big shooter too
She's got a mean disposition
Got a bad attitude
She's got a mean disposition
Going to make a mess out of you
She's got a mean disposition
Going to cut your half
Going to cut your half in two



Melody
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Melody, it was her second name
Melody, it was her second name
Melody, it was her second name
Melody, it was her second name

Came home one morning about quarter to three
I'm banging on my door cause I just lost my key
Open up, baby, you got someone else inside
I'm going to come get you dead or alive

Melody, it was her second name
Melody, it was her second name
Melody, it was her second name
Melody, it was her second name

I took her out dancing but she drank away my cash
She said, "I'm going to fix my face don't you worry I'll be back"
I'm looking for her high and low like a mustard for a ham
She was crashed out in the bathroom
In the arms of my best friend

Melody, it was her second name
Melody, it was her second name
Melody, it was her second name
Melody, it was her second name...

Then one day she left me
She took everything that moved
My car, she took my trailer home
She took my Sunday boots
My nose is on her trail
I'm going to catch her by surprise
Then I'm going to have the pleasure
To roast that child alive

Melody, it was her second name
Melody, it was her second name
Melody, it was her second name
Melody, it was her second name...



Memo From Turner
(Jagger/Richards)

Didn't I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty night?
We were eating eggs in Sammy's when the black man there drew his knife.
Aw, you drowned that Jew in Rampton as he washed his sleeveless shirt,
You know, that Spanish-speaking gentlemen, the one we all called "Kurt."

Come now, gentleman, I know there's some mistake.
How forgetful I'm becoming, now you fixed your bus'ness straight.

I remember you in Hemlock Road in nineteen fifty-six.
You're a faggy little leather boy with a smaller piece of stick.
You're a lashing, smashing hunk of man;
Your sweat shines sweet and strong.
Your organs working perfectly, but there's a part that's not screwed on.

Weren't you at the Coke convention back on nineteen sixty-five
You're the great, gray man whose daughter licks policemen's buttons clean.
You're the man who squats behind the man who works the soft machine.

Come now, gentleman, your love is all I crave.
You'll still be in the circus when I'm laughing, laughing on my grave.

When the old men do the fighting and the young men all look on.
And the young girls eat their mothers meat from tubes of plasticon.
Be wary of these my gentle friends of all the skins you breed.
They have a tasty habit - they eat the hands that bleed.

So remember who you say you are and keep your noses clean.
Boys will be boys and play with toys so be strong with your beast.
Oh Rosie dear, doncha think it's queer, so stop me if you please.
The baby is dead, my lady said, "You gentlemen, why you all work for me?"



Memory Motel
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Hannah honey was a peachy kind of girl
Her eyes were hazel
And her nose were slightly curved
We spent a lonely night at the Memory Motel
It's on the ocean, I guess you know it well
It took a starry to steal my breath away
Down on the water front
Her hair all drenched in spray

Hannah baby was a honey of a girl
Her eyes were hazel
And her teeth were slightly curved
She took my guitar and she began to play
She sang a song to me
Stuck right in my brain

You're just a memory of a love
That used to be
You're just a memory of a love
That used to mean so much to me

She got a mind of her own
And she use it well
Well she's one of a kind
She's got a mind
She got a mind of her own
And she use it mighty fine

She drove a pick-up truck
Painted green and blue
The tires were wearing thin
She turned a mile or two
When I asked her where she headed for
"Back up to Boston I'm singing in a bar"
I got to fly today on down to Baton Rouge
My nerves are shot already
The road ain't all that smooth
Across in Texas is the rose of San Antone
I keep on a feeling that's gnawing in my bones

You're just a memory of a love
That used to mean so much to me
You're just a memory girl
You're just a sweet memory
And it used to mean so much to me
Sha la la la la

She got a mind of her own
And she use it well
Mighty fine, she's one of a kind

On the seventh day my eyes were all a glaze
We've been ten thousand miles
Been in fifteen states
Every woman seemed to fade out of my mind
I hit the bottle and hit the sack and cried
What's all this laughter on the 22nd floor
It's just some friends of mine
And they're busting down the door
Been a lonely night at the Memory Motel



Mercy Mercy
(Covay/Miller)

Have mercy, have mercy, baby
Have mercy, have mercy on me
Well I went to see the gypsy
To have my fortune read She said "Man, your baby gonna leave you
Her bags are packed up under the bed,"
That's right

Have mercy, have mercy, baby
Have mercy, have mercy on me
But if you leave me baby
Girl if you put me down
I'm gonna make it to the nearest river child
And jump overboard and drown
That's right

Have mercy, have mercy, baby
Have mercy, have mercy on me
I said hey hey baby, hey hey now
What you trying to do
Hey hey baby, hey hey now
Please don't say we're through

Have mercy, have mercy, baby
Have mercy, have mercy on me
But if you stay baby
I tell you what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna work two jobs, seven days a week
And bring my money home to you
That's right
Have mercy, have mercy, baby
Have mercy, have mercy on me
Yeah

Have mercy, have mercy, baby
Have mercy, have mercy on me