Get Yer Ya-Ya's Out [live] lyrics

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
Doncha think there's a place for you,
in between the sheets?

Come now, honey,
we can build a place for three
Come on now honey,
don't ya wanna live with me?

There's a score of hair-brained children

I was born in a cross-fire 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 now, 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 now, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash

I got the lumps in my throat
When I saw her coming down the aisle
I gets 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

Well, I followed her to the station with a suitcase in my hand
Yeah, I followed her to the station with a suitcase in my hand
Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, but all true love's in vain
When the train come in the station I looked her in the eye
Well, the train come in the station I looked her in the eye
Well, I felt so sad and lonesome that I could not help but cry

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 Street Fighting Man!

Hey! Think the time is right for a Palace Revolution
But where I live the game to play is Compromise Solution!

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, Carol
Don't let 'em steal your heart away
Well I'm gonna learn to dance if it takes me all night and day
Climb into my machine so we can groove on out
I know a swinging little joint we can jump and shout
It takes you 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

Did you hear about the Midnight Rambler?
Ev'rybody got to go
Did you heard about the Midnight Rambler,
the one that shut the kitchen door?

He don't give a hoot of warning
wrapped up in a black cat cloak
He don't go in the light of the morning
He's split, the time the cook'rel crows

Talkin' 'bout the Midnight Rambler,
the one you never seen before
Talkin' 'bout the midnight gambler

I met a gin-soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis
She tried to take me upstairs for a ride
She had to heave me right across shoulder
'Cause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind
It's the Honky Tonk Women
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues

I laid a divorcée in New York City
I had to put up some kind of a fight
The lady then she covered me with roses

Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long long year stolen many man's soul and faith
I was around 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 hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game