Rolling with the Stones

Mick wouldn't do it
 But Ronnie Wood
 Put another bottle
 Where the old one stood
 Hey Mr. Richards
 What have you done?
 Handing out the goods
 With your guitar gun
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 Rollin' with the Stones, you get broken bones
 Rollin' with the Stones, you get broken bones
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 Here comes Mr. Watts
 Now we're talkin' 'bout guts
 Handing out the rythm
 With the magic touch
 Wyman had to go
 Why I don't know
 I guess jumpin' Jack Bill
 Has had enough of the show
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 Rollin' with the Stones, you get broken bones
 Rollin' with the Stones, you get broken bones
 Rollin' with the Stones, you get broken bones
 Rollin' with the Stones, you gonna get stoned
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 Took it to the top
 Caught by the cops
 All the way to jail
 From the top of the pops
 Talking Mick Taylor
 A genius made
 In spite the death of Brian
 He still entered the stage
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 Rollin' with the Stones, you get broken bones
 Rollin' with the Stones, you get broken bones
 Rollin' with the Stones, you get broken bones
 Rolling with the Stones, you gonna get stoned