Текст песни Billy Squier -  Rip This Joint   
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Mama says yes, Papa says no 
Make up you mind, `cause I gotta go 
I`m gonna raise hell at the Union Hall 
Drive myself right over the wall 
 
Rip this joint, gonna save your soul 
So round and round and round we go 
Roll this joint, gonna get down low 
Start my starter, gonna stop the show 
 
Mister President, mister immigration man 
Let me in, sweetie, to your fair land 
I`m Tampa bound and Memphis too 
Short Fat Fanny is on the loose 
Dig that sound on the radio 
Then slip it right across into Buffalo 
Dick and Pat in ol` D.C. 
Well they`re gonna hold some grits for me 
 
Ying yang, you`re my thing 
Oh now baby, won`t you hear me sing 
Flip flop, fit to drop 
Come on baby, won`t you let it rock 
 
From San Jose down to Santa Fe 
Kiss me quick baby, won`tcha make my day 
Down to New Orleans with the Dixie Queen 
`Cross to Dallas, Texas with the Butter Queen 
 
Rip this joint, gonna rip yours too 
Some brand new steps and some weight to lose 
Gonna roll this joint, gonna get down low 
So round and round and round we`ll go 
 
Wham, bam, Birmingham, Alabam` don`t give a damn 
Little Rock fit to drop 
Ah, let it rock