Tekster:
Rolling Stones

You don't know what's goin' on, you've been away for far too long You can't come back and think you are still mine You're out of touch, my baby, my poor

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

Wake up in the morning there's a snap around the place Wake up in the morning there's a crackle in your face Wake up in the morning there's a pop that

I can't get no satisfaction I can't get no satisfaction 'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try I can't get no, I can't get no When I'm drivin' in

Hey, where did we go, days when the rains came Down in the hollow, playin' a new game Laughing and a running hey, hey Skipping and a jumping in the misty

Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long, long year Stole many a man's soul and fate I was 'round

You move it to the left Yeah you go for yourself You move it to the right Yeah if it takes all night Now take it kinda slow With a whole lot of soul

I look out my window and watch her as she passes by I said to myself I'm such a lucky guy To have a girl like her is strictly a dream come true And of

Worked the bars and sideshows along the twilight zone Only a crowd can make you feel so alone and it really hit home Booze and pills and powders, you