NYC Night Scenes (2)

Bleecker Street and Brooklyn, New York City.
Rip This Joint by Mick Jagger & Keith Richards
Shake Your Hips by James Moore (Slim Harpo)
Ventilator Blues by Mick Jagger & Keith Richards & Mick Taylor
I Just Want To See His Face by Mick Jagger & Keith Richards

Rip This Joint by Mick Jagger & Keith Richards

Mama says yes, Papa says no,
Make up you mind 'cause I gotta go.
I'm gonna raise hell at the Union Hall,
Drive myself right over the wall.

Rip this joint, gonna save your soul,
Round and round and round we go.
Roll this joint, gonna get down low,
Start my starter, gonna stop the show.
Oh, yeah!

Mister President, Mister Immigration Man,
Let me in, sweetie, to your fair land.
I'm Tampa bound and Memphis too,
Short Fat Fanny is on the loose.
Dig that sound on the radio,
Then slip it right across into Buffalo.
Dick and Pat in ole D.C.,
Well they're gonna hold some shit for me.

Ying yang, you're my thing,
Oh, now, baby, won't you hear me sing.
Flip Flop, fit to drop,
Come on baby, won't you let it rock?

Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!
From San Jose down to Santa Fe,
Kiss me quick, baby, won'tcha make my day.
Down to New Orleans with the Dixie Dean,
'Cross to Dallas, Texas with the Butter Queen.

Rip this joint, gonna rip yours too,
Some brand new steps and some weight to lose.
Gonna roll this joint, gonna get down low,
Round and round and round we'll go.

Wham, Bham, Birmingham,
Alabam' don't give a damn.
Little Rock fit to drop.
Ah, let it rock.'

Shake Your Hips by James Moore (Slim Harpo)

I wanna tell you 'bout a dance
That's goin' around
Everybody's doin' it
From the grownups down
Don't move your head
Don't move your hands
Don't move your lips
Just shake your hips
Do the hip shake, babe
Do the hip shake, babe
Shake your hip, babe
Shake your hip, babe

What you don't know
Don't be afraid
Just listen to me
And do what I say
Don't move your head
Don't move your hands
Don't move your lips
Just shake your hips
Do the hip shake, babe
Do the hip shake, babe
Shake your hip, babe
Shake your hip, babe
Well ain't that easy

Well, I met a little girl
In a country town
She said, "What do you know
There's Slim Harpo!"
Didn't move her head
Didn't move her hands
Didn't move her lips
Just shook her hips
Do the hip shake, babe
Do the hip shake, babe
Shake your hip, babe
Shake your hip, babe
Well ain't that easy

Ventilator Blues by Mick Jagger & Keith Richards & Mick Taylor

When your spine is cracking and your hands, they shake,
Heart is bursting and you butt's gonna break.
Your woman's cussing, you can hear her scream,
You feel like murder in the first degree.
Ain't nobody slowing down no way,
Ev'rybody's stepping on their accelerator,
Don't matter where you are,
Ev'rybody's gonna need a ventilator.
When you're trapped and circled with no second chances,
Your code of living is your gun
We can't be browed by beating, we can't be cowed by words,
Messed by cheating, ain't gonna ever learn.
Ev'rybody walking 'round,
Ev'rybody trying to step on their Creator.