Текст (слова) песни: The Rolling Stones - Fiji Gin
(Jagger/Richards)
I want more Fiji Gin, but full name is Billy Dean Tell him to bring his electric guitar, `cause a poor boy goin` insane Then we`ll duck two bars away, snort an ounce of cocaine Took myself about 55 jars, 6-pack more a champagne
Ohh baby... I love you...Oh my baby Oh baby I love you
Better watch out for the Fiji Gin, come-up and spend the day Come on and bring your wah-wah pedal, then let`s go on stage Ronnie brought about, 50,000 kids, and then slipped out in the rain Fell from the beat to the 25th floor, white girls go insane, eeeh
I love ya... I wanna pounce, all right
Better watch out for the split-side Anna, Fistford is out for a raid Call me up and feed to 21st floor, the poor chicks go insane You bust 2 ribs (!!), you bust 2 arms, his legs is like stumps in therain His brain is shred, his nose is bled, but his hands, they sure could play
Better watch out for the curse-i-anna, come on Billy Dean Come on bring your electric guitar `cause these boys are just gonna play Come on down Miss Sus-i-anna, Figi Gin`s gonna rein Tell him to bring a, wah-wah pedal, boy we`re going insaaane
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