paroles de chanson Roll This Joint - Quiet Riot
Rip
This
Joint
The
Rolling
Stones
Buy
for
₹15.00
Mama
says
yes,
Papa
says
no,
Make
up
you
mind
'cause
I
gotta
go.
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
(Yeah)
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
and
I'm
fit
to
top.
Ah,
let
it
rock.
1 The Road
2 Roll This Joint
3 Wasted
4 Make a Way
5 Shame
6 Knock Em Down
7 Can't Get Enough
8 Getaway
9 Freak Flag
10 Still Wild
11 Renegades
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