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

Here are the raw lyrics. I'll put them in HTML soon

@ALBUM: Get Yer Ya-Ya's Out!
By the Rolling Stones

@SONG: Jumping Jack Flash (3:13) - Jagger/Richards

spoken: Everybody seems to be ready, everybody ready?
        We are sorry for the delay

                [....]

        The greatest rock and roll band in the world
        The Rolling Stones!


 (Watch it!)
 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
 I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread
 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: 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??


@SONG: Carol (3:35) - Berry

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

 I met your mama she said we can groove on out
 I know a swinging little joint we can jump and shout
 't ain't too 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 him steal your heart away
 Well I'm gonna learn to dance
 if it takes me all night and day

 Now, if you want to hear some boogie like the boys'll play
 Hold tight pat your foot 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 if you could
 I got my eyes on you sugar cause you dance so good

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

 Don't let her steal your heart away
 I got to learn to dance 
 It'll take me all night and day


@SONG: Stray Cat Blues (3:35) - Jagger/Richards

 (Thank you)
 I hear the clip-clap of your feet upon the stairs
 I know ya ain't no scare-eyed honey.
 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

 Yeah, I'm a strange stray cat
 Yeah, don'tcha scratch like that?
 Yeah, you're a strange stray cat
 Bet you 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
 It's no capital crime
 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
 It's no capital crime

 Yeah, you're a strange stray cat
 Yeah, why don'tcha 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


@SONG: Love In Vain (4:50) - Trad arr. Jagger/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 hard to tell
 When all your love's in vain

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

 When the train left the station
 It had two lights on behind
 Yeah, the train it left the station I tell you
 It had two lights on behind
 Ohhh, 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...
 oh yeah
 (ad lib)


@SONG: Midnight Rambler (8:32) - Jagger/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 rambler
 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
 Did you see me jump the garden wall
 I don't give you a hoot of warning
 A-dressed up in my black cat cloak
 I don't see 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.  Oh, don't do that.  Oh, don't do that

 (Ad lib)

 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 the 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 prowlin' 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 stairway 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



@SONG: Sympathy For the Devil (5:45) - Jagger/Richards

 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 fate

 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
 Well I hope you guess my name, ah...
 But what's been puzzling you
 Is just the nature of my game, oh 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
 When the Blitzkrieg raged
 And the bodies stank, oh yeah

 Cause I'm pleased to meet you
 And I hope you guess my name, oh baby
 What's been puzzling you
 Is just the nature of my game (oh baby)

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

 I shouted out
 "Who killed the Kennedys?"
 When after all, after all
 It was you and me

 Well let me please introduce myself
 Why I'm a man of wealth and taste
 Yes, and I laid tracks for troubadors
 Who get killed before they reached Bombay

 And I'm pleased to meet you baby
 Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
 But what's 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)


@SONG: Live With Me (2:58) - Jagger/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
 Come on now honey, don'tcha wanna live with me?

 There's a score of hair-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
 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
 Come on now honey, don'tcha wanna live with me?

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

 Why the servants they're so helpful now
 The cook she is a whore
 The butler has a place for her
 behind the pantry door
 The maid she's French, she's got no sense
 She's from the crazy horse
 And when she strips, the chauffeur flips
 The footman's eyes get crossed

 Ah come on now baby there's a place across the street, ah yeah
 Come on now honey, don'tcha wanna live with me?
 (yeah)


@SONG: Little Queenie (4:10) - Berry

 (Oh NYC you've talked a lot, let's have a look at ya)
 I got the lumps in my throat
 When I saw her coming down the aisle
 I got the wiggles in my knees
 When she looked at me and sweetly smiled

 There she is again
 Standing over by the record machine
 Oooh, she's looking like a model
 On the cover of a magazine
 Why she's too cute to be a minute over seventeen

 Meanwhile I was thinking
 She's in the mood
 No need to break it
 I got the chance
 I'm gonna take it
 She can dance
 We can make it
 Come on queenie
 Let's shake it!

 Go go go Little Queenie
 Go go go Little Queenie
 Go go go Little Queenie

 Won't ya tell me who the queen is
 Standing over by the record machine
 Why she's looking like a model
 On the cover of a magazine
 Yeah she's too cute to be a minute over seventeen

 Take off your shoes

 Meanwhile, I was still thinkin'
 If it's a slow song we'll omit it
 If it's a rocker, that'll get it
 If it's good, she'll admit it
 Come on queenie, lets get with it

 Go go go Little Queenie
 Go go go Little Queenie
 Go go go Little Queenie


@SONG: Honky Tonk Women (3:00) - Jagger/Richards

 (Alright
 Well alright
 Wooh
 Well alright
 Charlie's good tonight, isn't 'e?)
 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
 Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues

 Strollin' on the boulevards of Paris
 As naked as the day that I will die
 The sailors they're so charming there in Paris
 But they just don't seem to sail you off my mind

 It's the Honky Tonk women
 Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues

 It's the Honky Tonk women, yeah
 Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues

 It's the Honky Tonk women, yeah
 Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues


@SONG: Street Fighting Man (3:47) - Jagger/Richards

 (We're gonna do one more, then we're gonna go)
 Everywhere I hear the sound of marching charging feet boy
 'cause summer's here, and the time is right
 For fighting in the street boy

 Well what can a poor boy do
 'cept to sing for a rock and roll band
 'cause this sleepy London town
 Is just no place for a street fighting man!

 Hey, said the time is right for palace revolution
 'cause where I live the games they play
 Is compromise solution

 Well what can a poor boy do
 'cept to sing for a rock and roll band
 'cause this sleepy London town
 Is just no place for a street fighting man!

 (oh yeah)

 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
 'cept to sing for a rock and roll band
 'cause in sleepy London town
 There's just no place for a street fighting man!
 (Get down)