Lyrically peaking: Exile On Main Street

Rocks Off

I was making love last night

To a dancer friend of mine

I can’t seem to stay in step,

‘Cause she comes every time she pirouettes over me


The sunshine bores the daylights out of me

Chasing shadows, moonlight mystery

Sweet Virginia

Wadin’ through the waste stormy winter,

And there’s not a friend to help you through.

Tryin’ to stop the waves behind your eyeballs,

Drop your reds, drop your greens and blues.


Thank you for your wine, California,

Thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits.

Yes I got the desert in my toenail

And I hid the speed inside my shoe

Turd On The Run

Fell down to my knees

and I hung on to your pants,

But you just kept on runnin’

while they ripped off in my hands.

Di’mond rings, vaseline,

you give me disease,

Well, I lost a lot of love over you

Casino Boogie

Dietrich movies, close up boogies,

Kissing cunt in Cannes

Loving Cup

Yes, I’m fumbling and I know my car don’t start

Yes, I’m stumbling and I know I play a bad guitar

Give me little drink from your loving cup

Just one drink and I’ll fall down drunk



Yes, I’m nitty, gritty and my shirts all torn

But I’d love to spill the beans with till dawn

All lyrics by Mick Jagger/Keith Richards, except where otherwise specified.