Now, I’m gonna love you
Till the heavens stop the rain
I’m gonna love you
Till the stars fall from the sky for you and I
I see your hair is burning
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar
I fell into a burnin’ ring of fire
I went down, down, down
And the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns
The ring of fire, the ring of fire
I’m gonna ring bell, ring bell
Tell the world that all is well,
Ring bell , ring bell
Tell the world that all is well
(All is well all is well all is well…)
Well lay back and relax
While I put away the dishes
Then you and me can rock a bell
You can ring my bell, ring my bell
You can ring my bell, ring my bell
He could play guitar like a-ringin’ a bell
Go go go
Johnny B. Goode…
When I was a little bitty boy
My grandmother bought me a cute little toy,
Silver bells hanging on a string
She told me it was my ding-a-ling-a-ling.
When I was a little bitty baby,
My Momma rocked me in my cradle,
In them ol’ cotton fields back home…
Gimme Mick gimme Mick
Baby’s hair, bulgy eyes, lips so thick
Are you woman are you man
I’m your biggest funked up fan
So rock me and roll me till I’m sick
Kiss me til you’re drunk,
I’ll show you all the moves like Jagger…
Well, my mother told my father,
Just before hmmm, I was born,
“I got a boy child’s comin’,
Gonna be, he gonna be a rollin’ stone,
Sure ‘nough, he’s a rollin’ stone
Sure ‘nough, he’s a rollin’ stone”
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be on your own
With no direction home
A complete unknown
Like a rolling stone
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
We take all kinds of pills that give us all kind of thrills
But the thrill we’ve never known
Is the thrill that’ll gitcha when you get your picture
On the cover of the Rollin’ Stone
When I’m drivin’ in my car
And that man comes on the radio
And he’s tellin’ me more and more
About some useless information
Supposed to fire my imagination
I can’t get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that’s what I say
I can’t get no satisfaction
I’m ridin’ in your car
You turn on the radio
You’re pullin’ me close
I just say no
Pullin’ Mussels from a shell
Pullin’ Mussels from a shell
Shrinkin’ in the ocean so cold
The topless ladies look away
Now she is afraid to come out of the water.
And I wonder what she’s gonna do.
'Cause she’s afraid to come out of the water.
And now the poor little girl’s turning blue.
Two, three, four, tell the people what she wore!
It was an itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka-dot bikini.
That she wore for the first time today.
Go ahead and get loose
Shake it, shake it, big bruce, bruce
And you can bring your homegirl, too
Every single one of y’all, come through
In your polka dot bikini, think a teeny weeny
Oh oh oh, shawty, let me see it
In your polka dot bikini, think a teeny weeny
Oh oh oh, shawty, let me see it
She’s a model and she’s looking good
I’d like to take her home that’s understood
She plays hard to get, she smiles from time to time
It only takes a camera to change her mind