Fiji Jim

I'm gon' call up Fiji Jim, tell him to get on a plane Tell him to bring his electric guitar Tell him to get in the stage Been a hell of a week, hell of of a month Been the strangest year It's all gone by in the blink of an eye There ain't no time for tears Give it one last chance, one last dance I got ice in my veins One last chance, one last gas We're gonna drive the crowd insane We all call him Fiji Jim, call him Steven DeWaynе Tell him to get on bass, we'rе gonna bust the place Or else, go down in flames Already drunk four cases of wine Snorted an ounce of cocaine Got a keg of beer? Bring it over here A six-pack or champagne Yeah, one last chance, one last gas We got skin in the game One last chance, one last dance Gonna drive the crowd insane Yeah the drums, they snap, that thunder clap The bass drum mash on the floor The guitar scream in a fever dream Like I never heard before Pray superstition, that's our ammunition We're out of cigarettes There's no intermission, no air condition Our clothes are soaking wet We gon' call up Fiji Jim, tell him to get on a plane Tell him to bring his wah-wah pedal Drive the crowd insane Well, he bust two ribs and he bruised his limbs He took some pills for the pain He got shakin' legs and his nose is bled But man, he sure could play Ooh, I can see you in the 40th row Trying so hard to impress You took off your dress and I'm way out of breath Carry me off this stage You might also like Troubles A’ Comin The Rolling Stones Living In The Heart Of Love The Rolling Stones Sympathy for the Devil The Rolling Stones Come on, Fiji Jim Come on, Fiji Jim Come on, Fiji Jim Come on, Fiji Jim