(jagger/richards)I want more fiji gin, but full name is billy deanTell him to bring his electric guitar, ’cause a poor boy goin’InsaneThen we’ll duck two bars away, snort an ounce of cocaineTook myself about 55 jars, 6-pack more a champagneOhh baby... I love you...oh my babyOh baby I love youBetter watch out for the fiji gin, come-up and spend theDayCome on and bring your wah-wah pedal, then let’s go onStageRonnie brought about, 50,000 kids, and then slipped out inThe rainFell from the beat to the 25th floor, white girls go insane,EeehI love ya...I wanna pounce, all rightBetter watch out for the split-side anna, fistford is out for aRaidCall me up and feed to 21st floor, the poor chicks go insaneYou bust 2 ribs (!!), you bust 2 arms, his legs is like stumpsIn therainHis brain is shred, his nose is bled, but his hands, they sureCould playBetter watch out for the curse-i-anna, come on billy deanCome on bring your electric guitar ’cause these boys are justGonna playCome on down miss sus-i-anna, figi gin’s gonna reinTell him to bring a, wah-wah pedal, boy we’re goingInsaaane
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Fiji Gin Lyrics

Rolling Stones – Fiji Gin Lyrics