For this feature we’ve previously done Sweet Little Sixteen, Dancing in the Streets, Night Train, Rock’n Me, Pop Muzik, Girls, Girls, Girls, Fire Down Below, Truckin’, Everywhere That I’m Not, Mess Around, Back in the USA, Back in the USSR, and America.
The next song is Rip This Joint, from the Rolling Stones’ Exile On Main Street album. The lyrics sound to me like the Stones are ready to go on tour but have some trepidation US authorities will let them in to play:
Mister President, Mister Immigration Man,
Let me in, sweetie, to your fair land.
I know they sometimes had some trouble with local police in the US (if you can believe it). I’m not sure I remember hearing about trouble with US immigration, but maybe they did, or maybe it’s just rhetorical. In any case, once they get in, they have an expansive list of cities they want to play:
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?
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 fit to drop.
Ah, let it rock.
And lots of cities new to our list: Birmingham, Little Rock, Memphis, San Jose, Santa Fe, Tampa