Love You Live lyrics

If I could stick my pen in my heart,
I would spill it all over the stage.
Would it satisfy ya, would it slide on by ya,
would you think the boy is strange? Ain't he strange?
If I could win ya, if I could sing ya
a love song so divine,
would it be enough for your cheating heart
if I broke down and cried? If I cried?
I said I know it's only rock 'n roll but I like it.

You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move, child
You gotta move
Oh, when the Lord gets ready
You gotta move
You may be high
You may be low
You may be rich, child
You may be poor
But when the Lord gets ready
You gotta move

You see that woman,
who walks the street
You see that police,
upon his beat
But then the Lord gets ready
You gotta move
You gotta move

I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she was gonna meet her connection,
At her feet was her foot-loose man.
And you can't always get what you want,
Honey, you can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometime, yeah,
You just might find you get what you need!

People think I'm crazy, they're always tryin' to waste me
make me burn the candle right down,
but baby, baby, I don't need no jewels in my crown.
'Cause all you wimen is low down gamblers,
cheatin' like I don't know how,
but baby, baby, there's fever in the funk house now.
This low down bitchin' got my poor feet a itchin',
don't you know that duece's stay wild.

(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Baby, baby, I've been so sad since you've been gone
Way back to New York City
Where you do belong
Honey, I missed your two-tone kisses
Legs wrapped around me tight
If I ever get back to Fun City, girl
I'm gonna make you scream all night

Honey, honey, call me on the telephone
I know you're movin' out to Hollywood
With your can of tasty foam

Oh yeah, yeah
Oh yes
Everything gonna be alright

Oh yeah, yeah
Now when I was a young boy
At the age of five
My mother said I'll be
The greatest man alive
And now I'm a man
I'm over twenty-one
You better believe me, baby
And I'll say, we can have lots of fun

I'm a man
Huh huh huh huh huh
A man
Oh yeah

Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah

The line I shoot
Will never miss

I am the little red rooster, too lazy to crow today
I am the little red rooster, too lazy to crow today
Keep everything in the farmyard
Upset in ev'ry way
The dogs begin to barkin', hounds begin to howl
Dogs begin to barkin', hounds begin to howl
Watch out strange cat people
Little red rooster's on the prowl

If you see my little red rooster, please drive him home

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

It's Only Rock 'N Roll (But I Like It)

If I could stick my pen in my heart
And spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy ya, would it slide on by ya
Would you think the boy is strange? Ain't he strange?
If I could win ya, if I could sing ya
A love song so divine
Would it be enough for your cheating heart
If I broke down and cried? If I cried?
I said I know it's only rock 'n roll but I like it

The band's on stage and it's one of those nights, oh yeah,
the drummer thinks that he is dynamite, oh yeah
You lovely ladies in your leather and lace,
a thousand lips I would love to taste,
I got one heart and it hurts like hell,
if you can't rock me somebody will,
if you can't rock me somebody will

Now who's that black girl in the bright blue hair, oh yeah,

Hot stuff
Hot stuff
Hot stuff
Hot stuff
Can't get enough
Hot stuff
Hot stuff
Hot stuff
Hot stuff
Can't get enough
That music is mighty fine
Hot stuff
Hot stuff
I can't get enough
I can't get enough
I can't get enough
That music is mighty mighty fine
Hot stuff
Hot stuff
Can't get enough
Hot stuff
Play it rough
Can't get enough

'Cause music is what I want

Well, I never kept a dollar past sunset
It always burned a hole in my pants
Never made a school mama happy
Never blew a second chance, oh no!
I need a love to keep me happy
I need a love to keep me happy
Baby, baby keep me happy
Baby, baby keep me happy

Always took candy from strangers
Didn't wanna get me no trade
Never want to be like papa
Working for the boss ev'ry night and day

I live in an apartment on the ninety-ninth floor
of my block
And I sit at home looking out the window
Imagining the world has stopped
Then in flies a guy who's all dressed up
like a Union Jack
And says, I've won five pounds if I have his
kind of detergent pack

I say, Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud

Fingerprint file, you get me down,
you keep me running,
know my way around. Yes, you do, child
Fingerprint file, you bring me down
Keep me running,
You keep me on the ground,
know my moves,
way ahead of time,
listening to me
on your satellite

Feeling followed,
feeling tagged,
crossing water,
trying to wipe my tracks

And there's some little jerk in the FBI

Fanfare For The Common Man
Written by Aaron Copland
Lead vocals by James Young
another new day takes up on you
a fanfare wakes the land
the naked lives just a shining down
at the dawn of the common man

outside in the madding crowd
he laughs along the way
traffic city, what a pity
it doesn't have a word to say

troubled people, billions of people
they can't seem to understand

You're always hollerin' bout where I've been
You're always screamin' bout the money I spend
What's wrong with you, oh yeah
You're crackin up
I caught you, woman, a long time ago
Keep your hand out of my pocket keep your foot out my door
That wrong with you, oh yeah,
You're crackin up

I used to do your cookin', your laundry too
Now what more for a woman could a man like me do

I said the joint was rocking
Goin' round and round
Yeah, reeling and a rocking
What a crazy sound
And they never stopped rocking
'Til the moon went down
Well it sounds so sweet
I had to take me chance
Rose out of my seat
I just had to dance
Started moving my feet
Whoa to clapping my hands

I said the joint was a rocking
Goin' round and round
Yeah, reeling and a rocking

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

Gold Coast slaveship bound for cotton fields
Sold in a market down in New Orleans
Scarred old slaver know he's doin' alright
Hear him whip the women just around midnight
Brown sugar, how come you taste so good
Brown sugar, just like a young girl should

Drums beating, cold English blood runs hot
Lady of the house wond'rin where it's gonna stop
House boy knows that he's doin' alright

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

Rolling Stones - If You Can't Rock Me / Get Off My Cloud

The band's on stage and it's one of those nights, oh yeah
The drummer thinks that he is dynamite, oh yeah
You lovely ladies in your leather and lace
A thousand lips I would love to taste
I've got one heart and it hurts like hell
If you can't rock me somebody will
If you can't rock me somebody will

Baby, baby, I've been so sad since you've been gone
way back to New York City
where you do belong
Honey, I missed your two toned kisses,
legs wrapped around me tight
If I ever get back to Fun City, girl,
I'm gonna make you scream all night.

Honey, honey, call me on the telephone,
I know you're movin' out to Hollywood
with your can of tasty foam
All those beat up friends of mine