This first Rolling Stones greatest hits compilation included many songs not previously released on albums.

The hit single ruled the radio waves and quite a few were not put on albums > the logic being that fans had already brought the single.

It was this run of hit songs upon which the Stones built their reputation.

I see a red door and I want it painted black

No colors anymore I want them to turn black

I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes

I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they’re all painted black

With flowers and my love both never to come back

I see people turn their heads and quickly look away

Like a newborn baby, it just happens every day

I live in an apartment on the ninety-ninth floor of my block

And I sit at home looking out the window

Imagining the world has stopped

Then in flies a guy who’s all dressed up like a Union Jack

And says, I’ve won five pounds

if I have his kind of detergent pack

>> Get Off Of My Cloud continued>>

>> Get Off Of My Cloud continued>>

The telephone is ringing

I say, “Hi, it’s me. Who is it there on the line?”

A voice says, “Hi, hello, how are you?”

Well, I guess I’m doin’ fine

He says, “It’s three a.m., there’s too much noise

Don’t you people ever wanna go to bed?

Just ’cause you feel so good, do you have

To drive me out of my head?”

You’re the kind of person

You meet at certain dismal dull affairs

Centre of a crowd, talking much too loud

Running up and down the stairs

When you were a child

You were treated kind

But you were never brought up right.

You were always spoiled with a thousand toys

But still you cried all night

Have you seen your mother, baby,

standing in the shadow?

Have you had another, baby,

standing in the shadow?

I’m glad I opened your eyes

The have-nots would have tried

to freeze you in ice

You take your choice at this time

The brave old world or the slide to the depths of decline

My sweet Lady Jane, when I see you again

Your servant am I, and will humbly remain

Just heed this plea my love

On bended knees my love

I pledge myself to Lady Jane

My dear Lady Anne, I’ve done what I can

I must take my leave, for promised I am

This play is run my love

Your time has come my love

I’ve pledged my troth to Lady Jane

[ Mick Jagger goes on to make excuses for giving  “my sweet Marie” the flick as well ]