Shake it up baby, twist and shout,
Come on, come on, come, come on,
Come on work it on out…
Shout
Shout
Let it all out
These are the things I can do without
Come on
I’m talking to you
Come on…
If you want it,
Here it is,
Come and get it,
You better hurry cause it’s goin’ fast…
Oh, yes, they call him the Streak
Look at that, look at that
Fastest thing on two feet
Flintstones, meet the Flintstones
They’re the modern Stone Age Family
From the town of Bedrock
They’re a page right out of history
Let’s ride with the family down the street
Through the courtesy of Fred’s two feet
I can feel a good vibration
When I put my mind on you alone
I can get a good sensation
Feel like I’m naturally stoned
Naturally stoned
And you put me on a natural high,
And I can fly, I can fly…
Thank you, Republic Airlines, for breaking the neck on my guitar.
I arrived to do a concert with the Kingston Trio,
Opened my guitar case with a smile ‘con brio’.
Thank you, Republic Airlines, What a joy to a musician you are!
What a zest you’ve added to pedestrian skies,
It was boring to be flying where the wild goose flies,
But the tedium was broken by your wonderful surprise,
When you broke the neck on my guitar.
Electric guitar gets run over by a car on the highway
This is a crime against the state
This is the meaning of life
Forgot my 6-string Razor,
Hit the sky,
Halfway to Memphis 'fore I realized,
Well I rang information,
My axe was cold,
They said she rides the train to the oreoles…
If you love somebody enough
You’ll follow wherever they go
That’s how I got to Memphis
That’s how I got to Memphis
If you love somebody enough
You’ll go where your heart wants to go
That’s how I got to Memphis
That’s how I got to Memphis
Saw the ghost of Elvis
On Union Avenue
Followed him up to the gates of Graceland
Then I watched him walk right through
Now security they did not see him
They just hovered 'round his tomb
But there’s a pretty little thing
Waiting for the King
Down in the Jungle Room
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament’s begun
The purple piper plays his tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king
We all been playing those mind games forever,
Some kinda druid dudes lifting the veil,
Doing the mind guerrilla,
Some call it magic to search for the grail…
Oh the games people play now
Every night and every day now
Never meaning what they say now
Never saying what they mean
Why don’t they do what they say?
Say what you mean?
And baby, one thing leads to another
You told me something wrong
I know I listen too long but then
One thing leads to another
Say, say, say what you want, but don’t play games with my affection,
Take, take, take what you need,
But don’t leave me with no direction…
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Now, for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rolling stone
But, that’s not how it used to be
But a thrill we’ve never known,
Is the thrill that’ll gitcha,
When you get your picture,
On the cover of the Rolling Stone…