Some girls take my money

Some girls take my clothes

Some girls get the shirt off my back

And leave me with a lethal dose

White girls they’re pretty funny

Sometimes they drive me mad

Black girls just wanna get fucked all night

I just don’t have that much jam

Well now we’re respected in society

We don’t worry about the things that we used to be

We’re talking heroin with the president

Well it’s a problem, sir, but it can’t be bent

Well now you’re a pillar of society

You don’t worry about the things that you used to be

You’re a rag-trade girl, you’re the queen of porn

You’re the easiest lay on the White House lawn

[ Sung by Keith Richards, the man who lived to tell the tale ]

Booze and pills and powders,

you can choose your medicine

Well here’s another goodbye

to another good friend

After all is said and done

Gotta move while it’s still fun

Let me walk before they make me run

Yeah, mama and papa told me

I was crazy to stay

I was gay in New York

Which is a fag in LA

There’s one thing baby

That I don’t understand

You keep on telling me

I ain’t your kind of man

Ain’t I rough enough,

Ain’t I tough enough

Ain’t I rich enough,

in love enough