Track byThe Rolling Stones
Jiving Sister Fanny Told her man from Philadelphia, Pa Uh huh, huh, huh He tore down the station Said she didn't like the way we played Uh huh, huh, huh If you got a diff'rent guy Bitch, you better be the one Hanging from the duties by The cold grab you by the while Ooh child, you've got me Walking down a broad highway Uh huh, huh, huh Now Jiving Sister Fanny's Got the brain of a dinosaur Uh huh, huh, huh Yeah, she hocked my fancy mother And she hocked my electric guitar Uh huh, huh, huh Then she's waiting in the store That's the way, the way to go Now she's found the way to go Goodbye Charlie, get your way Ooh child, you've got me Walking down a broad highway And-a 'come on boy, I want you to fuck Ah yeah, ooh, oh yeah, come on by Ooh child, you've got me Walking down a broad highway Uh huh, huh, huh Yeah, yeah, Jiving sister Fanny Brought a man down the broad highway Uh huh, huh, huh Yeah, she even took the question And she didn't like the games we played Na na na na na na Yeah, you've got my way around You've got me out of town A man from Philadelphia Forget about a public house Ooh child, you've got me Walking down a broad highway, ooh Jiving Sister Fanny Got the brain of a dinosaur Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir Ooh ooh oh, uh huh huh huh You've got me walking by A man from Philadelphia You've got me one about the famous child Ooh, na na, uh huh huh huh huh Come on, boy, come on, come on Come on, come on now Yeah, yeah, uh huh huh huh