The Rolling Stones - Fiji Gin (Aka Fiji Jim)

I want more Fiji Gin, but full name is Billy Dean
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