The Rolling Stones - Fiji Gin lyrics

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 the rain

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