The Rolling Stones - If You Can't Rock Me/Get Off Of My Cloud (Live 1976) | Текст песни

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If You Can't Rock Me

The band's on stage and it's one of those nights, oh yeah
The drummer thinks that he is dynamite, oh yeah
You lovely ladies in your leather and lace
A thousand lips I would love to taste
I've got one heart and it hurts like hell

If you can't rock me somebody will
If you can't rock me somebody will

Now who's that black girl in the bright blue hair, oh yeah
Now don't you know that it's rude to stare, oh yeah
I'm not so green but I'm feelin' so fresh
I simply like to put her to the test
She's so alive and she's dressed to kill

But, if you can't rock me somebody will
If you can't rock me somebody will
If you can't rock me somebody will
If you can't rock me somebody will

Now I ain't lookin' for no pretty face, oh no
Or for some hooker workin' roughish trade
And there ain't nothing like a perfect mate
And I ain't lookin' for no wedding cake
But I been talkin' 'bout it much too long
I think I better sing just one more song
I've got one heart and it hurts like hell
I'm simply dying for some thrills and spills
Oh yeah

If you can't rock me
If you can't rock me, somebody will
Somebody will, somebody will
If you can't rock me
Well, well, well, well

Get Off Of My Cloud

I live in an apartment
on the ninety-ninth floor of my block.
And I sit at home looking out the window
imagining the world has stopped.
Then in comes a guy all dressed up
like a Union Jack
He says, I’ve won five pounds
if I have this kind of detergent pack.

I said, Hey! You! Get off of my cloud.
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud.
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud.
Don’t hang around
’cause two’s a crowd on my cloud, baby

The telephone is ringing, I say, “Hi, it’s me.
Who’s there on the line?”
A voice says, “Hi, hullo, how are you?”
well, I guess I’m doing fine.
He says, “It’s three a.m., there’s too much noise
don’t you people ever want go to bed?
Just ’cause you feel so good,
do you have to drive me out of my head?”

I said, Hey! You! Get off of my cloud.
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud.
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud.
Don’t hang around
’cause two’s a crowd on my cloud baby

I was sick and tired, fed up with this
and decided to take a drive downtown.
It was so very quiet and peaceful
there was nobody, not a soul around.
I laid myself out, I was so tired
and I started to dream.
In the mornin’ the parkin’ tickets
were just like flags stuck on my wind screen.

I said, Hey! You! Get off of my cloud.
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud.
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud.
Don’t hang around
’cause two’s a crowd on my cloud

Hey! You! Get off of my cloud.
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud.
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud.
Don’t hang around, baby, two’s a crowd.