1. Sympathy for the Devil.
Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste, I've been around for a long, long years, stole many a man's soul and faith. And I was 'round 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. I stuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was a time for a change. Killed the czar and his ministers, Anastasia screamed in vain. I rode a tank, held a general's rank, when the blitzkrieg raged, and the bodies stank.
Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name, oh yeah, ah, what's puzzling you is the nature of my game, oh yeah. I watched with glee, while your kings and queens fought for ten decades for the gods they made. I shouted out, "Who killed the Kennedys?" when after all it was you and me. Let me please introduce myself. I'm a man of wealth and taste and I laid traps for troubadours who get killed before they reached Bombay.
Pleased to meet you, hope you guessed my name, oh yeah. But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby. Pleased to meet you, hope you guessed my name, oh yeah. But what's confusing you is just the nature of my game. Just as every cop is a criminal and all the sinners saints, as heads is tails just call me Lucifer. 'Cause I'm in need of some restraint. So if you meet me, have some courtesy, have some sympathy, and some taste. Use all your well-learned politesse, or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah.
Pleased to meet you, hope you guessed my name, um yeah. But what's puzzling you, is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down. Oh yeah, get on down, oh yeah. Tell me baby, what's my name, tell me honey, can ya guess my name, tell me baby, what's my name, I tell you one time, you're to blame. Oh, who…What's my name, tell me, baby, what's my name, tell me, sweetie, what's my name.
2. No expectations.
Take me to the station, and put me on a train, I've got no expectations to pass through here again. Once I was a rich man and now I am so poor, but never in my sweet short life have I felt like this before.
You heart is like a diamond, you throw your pearls at swine, and as I watch you leaving me, you pack my peace of mind. Our love was like the water that splashes on a stone, our love is like our music its here, and then its gone.
So take me to the airport, and put me on a plane. I got no expectations to pass through here again.
3. Dear doctor.
Oh help me, please doctor, I'm damaged. There's a pain where there once was a heart it's sleepin, it's a beatin', can't ya please tear it out, and preserve it, right there in that jar? Oh help me, please mama, I'm sick'ning, it's today that's the day of the plunge. Oh the gal I'm to marry is a bow-legged sow, I've been soakin' up drink like a sponge. "Don't ya worry, get dressed," cried my mother, as she plied me with bourbon so sour. Pull your socks up, put your suit on, comb your long hair down, for you will be wed in the hour.
So help me, please doctor, I'm damaged, there's a pain where there once was a heart, I'm sleepin, it's a beatin', can't ya please take it out, and preserve it, right there in that jar? Oh help me, please doctor, I'm damaged, there's a pain where there once was a heart, it's sleepin, it's a beatin', can't ya please tear it out, and preserve it, right there in that jar?
I was tremblin', as I put on my jacket, it had creases as sharp as a knife, I put the ring in my pocket, but there was a note, and my heart it jumped into my mouth. It read, "Darlin', I'm sorry to hurt you. But I have no courage to speak to your face, but I'm down in Virginia with your cousin Lou, there be no wedding today." So help me, please doctor, I'm damaged, you can put back my heart in its hole, oh mama, I'm cryin', tears of relief, and my pulse is now under control.
4. Parachute woman.
Parachute woman, land on me tonight, Parachute woman, land on me tonight. 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? Well, my heavy throbbers itchin', just to lay a solorhy rhythm down.
5. Jigsaw puzzle.
There's a tramp sittin' on my doorstep tryin' to waste his time. With his methylated sandwich he's a walking clothesline. And here comes the bishop's daughter, on the other side, she looks a trifle jealous, she's been an outcast all her life. Me, I'm waiting so patiently, lying on the floor. I'm just trying to do my jig-saw puzzle before it rains anymore.
Oh the gangster looks so fright'ning with his luger in his hand. When he gets home to his children, he's a family man, but when it comes to the nitty-gritty, he can shove in his knife. Yes he really looks quite religious, he's been an outlaw all his life. Me, I'm waiting so patiently, lying on the floor. I'm just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle before it rains anymore. Me, I'm waiting so patiently, lying on the floor. I'm just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle before it rains anymore.
Oh the singer, he looks angry at being thrown to the lions. And the bass player, he looks nervous about the girls outside. And the drummer, he's so shattered trying to keep on time. And the guitar players look damaged, they've been outcasts all thier lives. Me, I'm waiting so patiently, lying on the floor. I'm just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle before it rains anymore.
Oh, there's twenty-thousand grandmas, wave their hankies in the air. All burning up their pensions and shouting, "It's not fair!". There's a regiment of soldiers standing looking on, and the queen is bravely shouting "What the hell is going on?" With a blood-curdling "tally-ho", she charged into the ranks. And blessed all those grandmas who with their dying breaths screamed, "Thanks!". Me, I'm just waiting so patiently, with my woman on the floor. We're just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle before it rains anymore.
6. Street fighting man.
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! Well then 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! Said my name is called Disturbance, I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the King I'll rail at all his servants. Well then 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!
7. Prodigal son.
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. Going out in this world, where God only knows, and that'll be the way to get along. Well poor boy spent all he had, famine come in the land, famine come in the land. Spent all he had and famine come in the land. Said, "I believe I'll go and hire me to some man", and that'll be the way I'll 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". Mercy.
Oh poor boy stood there, hung his head and cried, hung his head and cried, poor boy stood and 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, 'cause that's the way for us to get along", hey.
8. Stray cat blues.
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., you look so rest-less and 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 yeah, don'tcha scratch like that. Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat, bet your mama don't know you scream like that. I bet your mother don't know you can spit like that. You look so weird and you're so far from home, but you don't really miss your mother. Don't look so scared I'm no mad-brained bear, but it's no hanging matter, It's no capital crime. Oh, yeah…
I bet your mama don't know that you scatch like that, I bet she don't know you can bite like that. You say you got a friend, that she's wilder than you, why don't you bring her upstairs. If she's so wild then she can join in too, it's no hanging matter, it's no capital crime.
Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat , oh yeah, don'tcha scratch like that. Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat, I bet you mama don't know you can bite like that. I'll bet she never saw you scratch my back.
9. Factory girl.
Waiting for a girl who's got curlers in her hair, waiting for a girl she has no money anywhere. We get buses everywhere, waiting for a factory girl. Waiting for a girl and her knees are much too fat, waiting for a girl who wears scarves instead of hats. Her zipper's broken down the back, waiting for a factory girl.
Waiting for a girl and she gets me into fights, waiting for a girl we get drunk on Friday night. She's a sight for sore eyes, waiting for a factory girl. Waiting for a girl and she's got stains all down her dress, waiting for a girl and my feet are getting wet. She ain't come out yet, waiting for a factory girl.
10. Salt of the earth.
Let's drink to the hard working people, let's drink to the lowly of birth. Raise your glass to the good and the evil, let's drink to the salt of the earth. Say a prayer for the common foot soldier, spare a thought for his back breaking work. Say a prayer for his wife and his children who burn the fires and who still till the earth. And when I search a faceless crowd, a swirling mass of gray and black and white, they don't look real to me, in fact, they look so strange.
Raise your glass to the hard working people, let's drink to the uncounted heads. Let's think of the wavering millions who need leaders but get gamblers instead. Spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter, his empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows. And a parade of the gray suited grafters, a choice of cancer or polio. And when I look in the faceless crowd, a swirling mass of grays and black and white, they don't look real to me, or don't they look so strange.
Let's drink to the hard working people, let's think of the lowly of birth. Spare a thought for the rag taggy people, let's drink to the salt of the earth. Let's drink to the hard working people, let's drink to the salt of the earth. Let's drink to the two thousand million, let's think of the humble of birth.
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