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Rolling Stones Beggars Banquet

summer's here and the time is right For fighting in the street, boy Well, what can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock n' roll band? 'Cause in sleepy

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

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

Parachute woman, land on me tonight Parachute woman, land on me tonight Yeah, I'll break big in New Orleans And I'll overspill in Caroline Parachute

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

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

: 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

: 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

: 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