The Rolling Stones - Andrew's Blues lyrics
[The Rolling Stones - Andrew's Blues lyrics]
Yes now Andrew Oldham sittin' on a
Hill with Jack and Jill (Jack and Jill)
Fucked all night and sucked
All night and taste
That pussy till it taste just right
Oh Andrew (yes Andrew) oh Andrew (yes Andrew)
Oh suck it Andrew (go on Andrew)
Fuck it Andrew (go on Andrew)
Oh Andrew Oldham
(yeah) A guy who really know his way around
(down down down down)
Well I said I wouldn't lay you baby
Till the day that we would wed
But every time I kiss you, you know
I forget just what I said
Well well I let you keep it
Tonight if you hold me, hold it real tight
Oh oo Andrew
(oh Andrew) oh oh Andrew (yes Andrew)
Come and get it little Andrew
Before Sir Edward takes it away from you
Come on get her cunt Sir Edward, come on now
Huh huh play the blues everybody
Play the blues
Huh fuckin'! The Rolling Stones are
A great fuckin' group what a lot of balls
Phil Spector is a lot of shit
I though Phil Spector was a lot of shit
And I've heard the group
Now I know their a lot of shit
That sure was fine (yeah baby)
Got my Beatles shoes on and
I'm just raring to go
Oh Andrew (yes Andrew) oh Andrew (yeah)
Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah
Listen Andrew, Phil, Sir Edward
Lewis, the Rolling Stones, the hottest
Phil Spector, Gene Pitney
(thank you) , musical radios
Birds, Al Davis showing up, ahh, yeah
(Great time man) That's all (great side man)
You know that Andrew got to
Walk with his baby
Andrew has a talk with his baby
Now I know Andrew understood
That's what happen when the gettin' gets good
Oh Andrew (ba ba) oh Andrew (ba ba)
Suck it Andrew (ba ba) fuck it Andrew (ba ba)
Sir Edward where are you
Andrew is makin through
Andrew, come on Andrew shit
Oh fuck Sir Andrew, yeah!
Hill with Jack and Jill (Jack and Jill)
Fucked all night and sucked
All night and taste
That pussy till it taste just right
Oh Andrew (yes Andrew) oh Andrew (yes Andrew)
Oh suck it Andrew (go on Andrew)
Fuck it Andrew (go on Andrew)
Oh Andrew Oldham
(yeah) A guy who really know his way around
(down down down down)
Well I said I wouldn't lay you baby
Till the day that we would wed
But every time I kiss you, you know
I forget just what I said
Well well I let you keep it
Tonight if you hold me, hold it real tight
Oh oo Andrew
(oh Andrew) oh oh Andrew (yes Andrew)
Come and get it little Andrew
Before Sir Edward takes it away from you
Come on get her cunt Sir Edward, come on now
Huh huh play the blues everybody
Play the blues
Huh fuckin'! The Rolling Stones are
A great fuckin' group what a lot of balls
Phil Spector is a lot of shit
I though Phil Spector was a lot of shit
And I've heard the group
Now I know their a lot of shit
That sure was fine (yeah baby)
Got my Beatles shoes on and
I'm just raring to go
Oh Andrew (yes Andrew) oh Andrew (yeah)
Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah
Listen Andrew, Phil, Sir Edward
Lewis, the Rolling Stones, the hottest
Phil Spector, Gene Pitney
(thank you) , musical radios
Birds, Al Davis showing up, ahh, yeah
(Great time man) That's all (great side man)
You know that Andrew got to
Walk with his baby
Andrew has a talk with his baby
Now I know Andrew understood
That's what happen when the gettin' gets good
Oh Andrew (ba ba) oh Andrew (ba ba)
Suck it Andrew (ba ba) fuck it Andrew (ba ba)
Sir Edward where are you
Andrew is makin through
Andrew, come on Andrew shit
Oh fuck Sir Andrew, yeah!