Rollin' With The Stones Songtext
von Backstreet Girls

Mick wouldn′t do it
But Ronnie Wood
Put another bottle
Where the old one stood

Hey Mr. Richards
What have you done?
Handing out the goods
With your guitar gun

Rollin' with the Stones, you get broken bones
Rollin′ with the Stones, you get broken bones

Here comes Mr. Watts
Now we're talkin' ′bout guts
Handing out the rythm
With the magic touch


Wyman had to go
Why I don′t know
I guess jumpin' Jack Bill
Has had enough of the show

Rollin′ with the Stones, you get broken bones
Rollin' with the Stones, you get broken bones
Rollin′ with the Stones, you get broken bones
Rollin' with the Stones, you gonna get stoned

Took it to the top
Caught by the cops
All the way to jail
From the top of the pops

Talking Mick Taylor
A genius made
In spite the death of Brian
He still entered the stage

Rollin′ with the Stones, you get broken bones
Rollin' with the Stones, you get broken bones
Rollin' with the Stones, you get broken bones
Rolling with the Stones, you gonna get stoned