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Pain In My Heart
(Neville)
Pain in my heart
Treatin' me poor
Where can my baby be?
Lord, no one knows
Pain in my heart
Won't let me sleep
Where can my baby be
Lord, where is she?
And one day
My days are gettin' tough
Won't you come back, come back, come back, baby
Lord
Pain in my heart
Won't let me be
Oh, oh, oh, oh, I wake up restless night in misery
Lord
Won't somebody stop this pain
Lord, one day
My days are gettin' tough
Won't you love me, love me, love me, baby
Pain in my heart
Pain in my heart
Somebody stop this
Pain in my heart
It's killin' me baby
This pain in my heart
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Pain in my heart
This pain in my heart
Paint It Black
(Jagger/Richards)
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love, both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a newborn baby it just happens ev'ryday
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not forsee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
Hmm, hmm, hmm...
I wanna see it painted black, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun, blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah
Paracute Woman
(Jagger/Richards)
Parachute woman, land on me tonight
Parachute woman, land on me tonight
Well, I'll break big in New Orleans
and I'll overspill in Caroline
Parachute woman, join me for a ride
Parachute woman, join me for a ride
I'll make my blow in Dallas
and get hot again in half the time
Parachute woman, will you blow me out?
Parachute woman, will you blow me out?
My heavy throbbers itchin'
just to lay a solo rhytm down
Pay Your Dues
Chief to scorn his friends make love to his re-la-tions
He beats his wife and made her life a to-tal wet va-ca-tion
Now did everybody pay their dues?
Now did end up with tribal blues?
All the braves and squaws and the maids and the whores
Did, everybody pay their dues?
He's a tribal chief his name is called dis-order
His flesh and blood he tears it up when acting right is nor-mal
Now did everybody pay their dues?
Now did any of them try to refuse?
All the braves and squaws and the maids and the whores
Did, everybody pay their dues?
See all the children roses pi-lling
What's all with us to be grown up is to be good at ly-ing
Now did everybody pay their dues?
Now did any of them try to refuse?
All the braves and squaws and the maids and the whores
Did, everybody pay their dues?
Petrol Gang
Please Mr. President, say it isn't so
And I have a buck till I'm on duct ten row
Please Mr. President, say it isn't so
I don't wanna, pay $10.00 for gas
I got nowhere to go...
I talk to Mr. GettyI talk to Texaco
I talk to Standard Oil
They say they got plenty to go..oh
Please Mr. President, say it isn't so
I don't have to sell my Cadillac that I, just paid for
I just paid for...
Play it faster Stu
Bit behind there..dear
About two miles (pause) behind me
Please Mr. President, say it isn't so
I don't have to sell my Cadillac that I just paid for
I talk to Mr. Getty
And I talk to Standard Oil
They say they got plenty
But they ain't gonna part for no more
Please Mr. Getty, I'm from Standard Oil
I'm down in Houston, where they got it all stored
I phone the coaster, the funk, and all the guard
We don't need none of those
We don't need any of that Arab stuff
Aw, please Mr. President, say it isn't so
I don't have to sell my Cadillac, I just paid for
My friend says the trouble is this country's too Goddamn big
Maybe we should pull it in from the ages a bit
Maybe that way we'll have so far to go
I called Mr. Getty, I even called-up Texaco, Texaco
They got plenty left, they got, plenty to go
Hey Mr. President, say it isn't so
Aw, Mr. President, say it isn't so
Why do I have to sell my Cadillac I just paid for, I just paid
for...
Play With Fire
(Nanker Phelge)
Well, you've got your diamonds and you've got your pretty clothes
And the chauffeur drives your car
You let everybody know
But don't plat with me, 'cause you're playing with fire
Your mother she's a heiress, owns a block in Saint John's Wood
And your father'd be there with her
If he only could
But don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire
Your old man took her diamonds and tiaras by the score
Now she gets her kicks in Stepney
Not in Knightsbridge anymore
So don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire
Now you've got some diamonds and you will have some others
But you'd better watch your step, girl
Or start living with your mother
So don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire
So don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire
Please Go Home
(Jagger/Richards)
Please go home
Please go home
Well maybe I'm talkin to fast
But I won't be the first or the last
In the sea of the thousand you cast
C'mon please go home
I don't have to ask what you do
I just have to look to get you
Means nothing to me to get through
Please go home
I don't want to be on my own
Cause I can't talk much better alone
But I don't have to ring like a phone
Won't you please go home
Please go home
In some early part of your days
You were told of the devious ways
That you thought you could get without pay
Won't you please go home
You reach a state of your mind
Where it's madness to look and to find
Your false affections so kind
Please go home
Won't you please go home
Please Please Me
(Lennon/McCartney)
Last night I said these words to my girl
I know you never even try, girl
C'mon...C'mon...C'mon...C'mon...
Please please me, whoa yeah, like I please you
You don't need me to show the way, love
Why do I always have to say "love"
C'mon...C'mon...C'mon...C'mon...
Please please me, whoa yeah, like I please you
I don't wanna sound complainin'
But you know there's always rain in my heart (in my heart)
I do all the pleasin' with you, it's so hard to reason
With you, whoah yeah, why do you make me blue
Last night I said these words to my girl
I know you never even try, girl
C'mon...C'mon...C'mon...C'mon...
Please please me, whoa yeah, like I please you
whoa yeah, like I please you
whoa yeah, like I please you
Poison Ivy
(Lieber/Stoller)
She comes on like a rose
And everybody knows
She'll get you in dutch
You can look but you'd better not touch
Poison ivy, poison ivy
Well late at night when you're sleeping
Poison ivy comes a creeping all around
She's pretty as a daisy
But look out man she's crazy
She'll really do you in
If you let her get under your skin
Poison ivy, poison ivy
Well late at night when you're sleeping
Poison ivy comes a creeping all around
Measles make you bumpy and mumps'll make you lumpy and chicken
pox'll make you jump and twitch
A common cold'll cool you but whooping cough'll fool you
but poison ivy's gonna make you itch
You're gonna need an ocean
of calamine lotion
You'll be scratching like a hound
the minute you start to mess around
Poison ivy, poison ivy
Well late at night when you're sleeping
Poison ivy comes a creeping all around
Measles make you bumpy and mumps'll make you lumpy
and chicken pox'll make you jump and twitch
A common cold'll cool you and whooping cough'll fool you
but poison ivy's gonna make you itch
You're gonna need an ocean
of calamine lotion
You'll be scratching like a hound
the minute you start to mess around
Poison ivy, poison ivy
Well late at night when you're sleeping
Poison ivy comes a creeping all around
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
Pretty Beat Up
(Jagger/Richards/Wood)
Pretty beat up
pretty beat up
Since you put me down
yea, since you left me lying round
since you eighty-sixed me
never re-stitched me
my face is a mess
Pretty beat up
yea you ought to see my face
yea its a mess
you oughta see inside in my heart
I'm marked for life
I'm marked for life
pretty beat up
pretty beat up
pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
pretty beat up
Yea, I'm just like a battered baby
just left on the street
you ought to see the state
I've been cut with a razor
don't you cut me up, don't you cut me up
I'm pretty beat up
Pretty beat up...
Prodigal Son
(Rev. Wilkins)
Well a poor boy took his father's bread and started down the road
started down the road
Took all he had and started down the road
Went out of his world, where God only knows
And that'll be the way to get along
Well poor boy spent all he had, famine swept the land
famine swept the land
Spent all he had and famine swept the land
Said "I believe I'll go and hire me to some man"
And that'll be the way to get along
Well, man said "I'll give you a job for to feed my swine
For to feed my swine
I'll give you a job for to feed my swine"
Boy stood there and hung his head and cried
`Cause that is no way to get along
Said "I believe I'll ride, believe I'll go back home
Believe I'll go back home
Believe I'll ride, believe I'll go back home
Or down the road as far as I can go"
And that'll be the way to get along
Well, father said see my son coming home to me
Coming home to me
Father ran and fell down on his knees
Said "sing and praise, lord have mercy on me"
They said
Oh poor boy stood there, hung his head and cried
Hung his head and cried
Poor boy stood there, hung his head and cried
Said "father will you look on me as a child?"
Yeah
Well father said "eldest son, kill the fatted calf,
call the family round
Kill that calf and call the family round
My son was lost but now he is found
But that's the way for us to get along"
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