Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you? People’d call, say, “Beware doll, you’re bound to fall”
You thought they were all kiddin’ you You used to laugh about Everybody that was hangin’ out
Now you don’t talk so loud Now you don’t seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal
How does it feel
How does it feel To be without a home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone?
You’ve gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street And now you find out you’re gonna have to get used to it
You said you’d never compromise With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He’s not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel How does it feel
To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you You never understood that it ain’t no good
You shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for you You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat Ain’t it hard when you discover that
He really wasn’t where it’s at After he took from you everything he could steal
How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home
Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They’re drinkin’, thinkin’ that they got it made Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you’d better lift your diamond ring, you’d better pawn it babe You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used Go to him now, he calls you, you can’t refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose You’re invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal
How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home
Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone?
Like A Rolling Stone Bob Dylan 1965
What you want Baby, I got it What you need Do you know I got it?
All I'm askin' Is for a little respect When you come home (just a little bit)
Hey, baby (just a little bit) When you get home (just a little bit)
Mister (just a little bit)
I ain't gonna do you wrong While you're gone
Ain't gonna do you wrong 'Cause I don't wanna
All I'm askin' Is for a little respect
When you come home (just a little bit) Baby (just a little bit)
When you get home (just a little bit) Yeah (just a little bit)
I'm about to give you all of my money And all I'm askin' in return, honey
Is to give me my propers When you get home
(just a, just a, just a, just a)
Yeah, baby (just a, just a, just a, just a) When you get home
(just a little bit) Yeah (just a little bit)
Ooh, your kisses Sweeter than honey And guess what? So is my money
All I want you to do for me Is give it to me when you get home (re, re, re ,re)
Yeah, baby (re, re, re ,re) Whip it to me
(respect, just a little bit) When you get home, now (just a little bit)
R-E-S-P-E-C-T Find out what it means to me R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Take care, TCB
Oh (sock it to me, sock it to me Sock it to me, sock it to me)
A little respect (sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me)
Whoa, babe (just a little bit) A little respect (just a little bit)
I get tired (just a little bit) Keep on tryin' (just a little bit)
You're runnin' out of foolin' (just a little bit)
And I ain't lyin' (just a little bit)
(re, re, re, re) 'spect
When you come home (re, re, re, re) Or you might walk in (respect, just a little bit)
And find out I'm gone (just a little bit) I got to have (just a little bit)
Respect Aretha Franklin 1967
Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year Stole many a man's soul and faith
And I was 'round when Jesus Christ Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game
I stuck around St. Petersburg When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the Tsar and his ministers Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank Held a general's rank When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee While your kings and queens Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out, "Who killed the Kennedys?"
When after all It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps for troubadours Who get killed before they reached Bombay
Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what's confusing you Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal And all the sinners saints As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me Have some courtesy Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, who Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah Oh yeah! Tell me baby, what's my name Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what's my name I tell you one time, you're to blame Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who Oh, yeah What's my name
Tell me, baby, what's my name
Tell me, sweetie, what's my name
Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah
Sympathy For The Devil The Rolling Stones 1968
Something in the way she moves Attracts me like no other lover
Something in the way she woos me
I don't want to leave her now
You know I believe and how
Somewhere in her smile she knows
That I don't need no other lover Something in her style that shows me
Don't want to leave her now You know I believe and how
You're asking me will my love grow I don't know, I don't know
You stick around, now it may show I don't know, I don't know
Something in the way she knows And all I have to do is think of her
Something in the things she shows me
I don't want to leave her now
You know I believe and how
Something The Beatles 1969
Sittin' in the morning sun I'll be sittin' when the evening comes
Watching the ships roll in Then I watch them roll away again, yeah
I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay Watchin' the tide roll away, ooh
I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay Wastin' time
I left my home in Georgia Headed for the Frisco Bay
Cuz I've had nothing to live for And look like nothing's gonna come my way
So, I'm just gon' sit on the dock of the bay Watchin' the tide roll away, ooh
I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay Wastin' time
Looks like nothing's gonna change
Everything still remains the same I can't do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I'll remain the same, listen
Sittin' here resting my bones
And this loneliness won't leave me alone, listen Two thousand miles I roam
Just to make this dock my home, now
I'm just gon' sit at the dock of a bay
Watchin' the tide roll away, ooh Sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time
