Stop Breaking Down
(M. Jagger/K. Richards/M. Taylor/C. Watts/B. Wyman)

Ev'ry time I'm walking all down the street
Some pretty mama start breaking down on me.
Stop breaking down, baby, please, stop breaking down.
Stuff is gonna bust you brains out, baby,
Gonna make you lose your mind.

You Saturday night women, now, you just ape and clown,
You don't do nothing but tear my reputation down.
Stop breaking down, mama, please, stop breaking down.
Stuff is gonna bust you brains out, baby,
Yeah, it's gonna make you lose your mind.

I love my baby ninety nine degrees,
But that mama got a pistol, laid it down on me.
Stop breaking down, baby, please, stop breaking down.
Stuff is gonna bust you brains out, baby,
Yeah, gonna make you lose your mind.

Ev'ry time I'm walking all down the street
Some pretty woman start breaking down on me.
Stop breaking down, mama, please, stop breaking down.
Stuff is gonna bust your brains out, baby,
Gonna make you lose your mind.



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

I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs
I know you're no scare-eyed honey.
There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs
But it's no hanging matter
It's no capital crime

I can see that you're fifteen years old
No I don't want your I.D.
And I can see that you're so far from home
But it's no hanging matter
It's no capital crime

Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat
Oh yeah, don'tcha scratch like that
Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat
I bet, bet your mama don't know you scream like that
I bet your mother don't know you can spit like that.

You look so weird and you're so far from home
But you don't really miss your mother
Don't look so scared I'm no mad-brained bear
But it's no hanging matter
It's no capital crime
Oh, yeah
Woo!

I bet your mama don't know that you scatch like that
I bet she don't know you can bite like that.

You say you got a friend, that 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'tcha scratch like that
Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat
I bet you mama don't know you can bite like that
I'll bet she never saw you scratch my back



Street Fighting Man
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Ev'rywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
'Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
But what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's just no place for a street fighting man
No

Hey! Think the time is right for a palace revolution
But where I live the game to play is compromise solution
Well, then what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's no place for a street fighting man
No

Hey! Said my name is called disturbance
I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants
Well, what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's no place for a street fighting man
No



Stupid Girl
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

I'm not talking about the kind of clothes she wears
Look at that stupid girl
I'm not talking about the way she combs her hair
Look at that stupid girl

The way she powders her nose
Her vanity shows and it shows
She's the worst thing in this world
Well, look at that stupid girl

I'm not talking about the way she digs for gold
Look at that stupid girl
Well, I'm talking about the way she grabs and holds
Look at that stupid girl

The way she talks about someone else
That she don't even know herself
She's the sickest thing in this world
Well, look at that stupid girl

Well, I'm sick and tired
And I really have my doubts
I've tried and tried
But it never really works out

Like a lady in waiting to a virgin queen
Look at that stupid girl
She bitches 'bout things that she's never seen
Look at that stupid girl

It doesn't matter if she dyes her hair
Or the color of the shoes she wears
She's the worst thing in this world
Well, look at that stupid girl

Shut-up, shut-up, shut-up, shut-up, shut-up
Shut-up, shut-up, shut-up, shut-up, shut-up
Shut-up, shut-up, shut-up

Like a lady in waiting to a virgin queen
Look at that stupid girl
She bitches 'bout things that she's never seen
Look at that stupid girl

She purrs like a pussycat
Then she turns 'round and hisses back
She's the sickest thing in this world
Look at that stupid girl



Suck On The Jugular
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Been keeping cool
Been lying low
Been dancing smooth
And dancing slow
Keeping myself to myself
My nose is clean
But I'm a man
Not a machine

All get together and feel alright
All get together and rock all night
All get together and feel alright
Okay

Get ready
For sure
Okay
Let's go
Suck on the jugular

Love to change my shape
And change my name
Want to get out of myself for a while
Don't feel no shame
I love men to be men
And women women
On special occasions
Diving and dipping

All get together and feel alright
All get together and fuck all night
Alright

Give me
For sure
Okay
Let's go
Suck on the jugular

Okay
Let's go
Alright
Oh, no
Aha
Alright

Let's live lasciviously
Down in the muck
And when tonight's over
You going to watch me blow
And self-destruct

All get together and feel alright
All get together and feel all night
All get together and feel alright
Get together
All get together and rock
All get together and rock
All get together and rock all night



Summer Romance
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Just a few days and you'll be back in your school
I'll be sitting around by the swimming pool
You'll be studying history and you'll be down the gym
And I'll be down the pub, probably playing pool and drinking
It's over now, it's a summer romance and it's through
It's over now, it's a summer romance and it's through

Just a few days and you'll be back in your class
Sucking up the teacher and trying to get an 'a' pass
Trying to hide your make-up and you're trying to flash your legs
Yeh, no sympathy from your spotty friends
It's over now, it's a summer romance and it's through
It's over now, it's a summer romance and it's through

I can't help myself, help it if I'm older than you
I can't help myself, help it if I'm older than you
Over, over, summer romance
I need money so much, I need money so bad
And I can't be your mum, don't want to be your dad
I'm a serious man, I got serious lusts
Gonna have to do away with this greasy kid stuff
It's over now, it's a summer romance and it's through
I can't help myself, I can't help it if I'm older than you
It's over, over, summer romance
It's just a summer romance, a summer romance, and it's through
It's over, over, summer romance
It's over now, it's a summer romance and it's through