The Rolling Stones — The Spider And The Fly
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Sittin' thinkin' sinkin' drinkin'
Wond'ring what I'd do when I'm thru tonight
Smoking, moping, maybe just hopin'
Some little girl will pass on by
Don't wanna be alone but I love my girl at home
I remember what she said
She said "My, my, my don't tell lies. Keep fidelity in your head
My, my, my, don't tell lies. When you're done you should go to bed
Don't say Hi, like a spider to a fly
Jump right ahead and you're dead"
Sit up, fed up, low down, go 'round
Down at the bar at the place I'm at
Sitting, drinking, superfic'ly thinking
About the rinsed out blonde on my left
Then I said "Hi" like a spider to a fly
Remembering what my little girl said
She was common, flirty, she looked about thirty
I would have run away but I was on my own
She told me later, she's a machine operator
She said she liked the way I held the microphone
I said "My, my" like the spider to a fly
"Jump right ahead in my web"
Wond'ring what I'd do when I'm thru tonight
Smoking, moping, maybe just hopin'
Some little girl will pass on by
Don't wanna be alone but I love my girl at home
I remember what she said
She said "My, my, my don't tell lies. Keep fidelity in your head
My, my, my, don't tell lies. When you're done you should go to bed
Don't say Hi, like a spider to a fly
Jump right ahead and you're dead"
Sit up, fed up, low down, go 'round
Down at the bar at the place I'm at
Sitting, drinking, superfic'ly thinking
About the rinsed out blonde on my left
Then I said "Hi" like a spider to a fly
Remembering what my little girl said
She was common, flirty, she looked about thirty
I would have run away but I was on my own
She told me later, she's a machine operator
She said she liked the way I held the microphone
I said "My, my" like the spider to a fly
"Jump right ahead in my web"
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Keef is 76 today (12-18-19).
OK, now howzabout a lil High & Dry!
Gotta luv the Stones
Rolling Stones were always at their best doing Dirty Blues that border on Country (or vice-versa)!
5 musicians.
I heard a harp, I swear I did...
"She was common, flirty, she looked about thirty...
She told me later she was a machine operator..."
I have always loved these lines.
Maybe there will be a new dating site commonflirtythirty.com?
She told me later she was a machine operator..."
I have always loved these lines.
Maybe there will be a new dating site commonflirtythirty.com?
Doing what they do best. Dirty blues.
I was in 4th grade, sitting on the floor in my bedroom with the little turntable. You know, the kind that had detachable speakers, and folded up into a sweet little case. This was my older brother's LP, and while he was running track after school, I was secretly playing his LPs. He loved the Stones, so I had an early introduction to them. This tune made me swing and boogie, before I knew what swing and boogie was. Good memories. Thanks RP for the flashback.
Thanks Bill
idiot_wind wrote:
No kidding! total flash-in-the-pan band. No one will even remember them in 50 years.
These guys ain't ever gonna make it.
Their music is not modern enough.
Their music is not modern enough.
No kidding! total flash-in-the-pan band. No one will even remember them in 50 years.
What a great song!
i heard they did this in Cuba and Castro wants the blockade back up
Don't they look all clean cut and respectable
These guys ain't ever gonna make it.
Their music is not modern enough.
Their music is not modern enough.
Why is this not a famous Rolling Stones track its brilliant!!!
Misterfixit wrote:
Well now Hunny-Bunch, your old buddy Misterfixit is derned sorry about that there little Baby-san! I mean you were 17 and all and I figured you would Take Care of Everything just in case I wasn't shooting Blanks in my old Howitzer of Love. Well, well, well, Forty-two you say? Dang that boy is most likely a spittin' image of his old man (especially Down Where it Counts — remember what you said "Oh My God! No Way I Can ......"). Here, now, don't worry about that there Sue-Port and DNA Paternity Testing ... You see, Old Misterfixit got rich after them Army days and thet little fracas over in Veetnam where he got all tangled up in blue. Yep, Old Misterfixit is ... well .. how should I put this ... REALLY rich. I do believe that the term is "Obscenely Rich". It is all about buying low and selling high and knowing when to deal, when to pull out (something GB should have learned) and when to do whatever makes ya feel right up in that old thalamouse or whereever in your haid. Well sure, I still live in a little old double wide out here on the farm in middle Tennessee .. it's a mite bit more homey than the house I growed up in — I got the indoor plumbing, I got the 'lectricity from the T.V.A., don't need the Sweet Water Well any more. Of course, the 2500 acres do help a bit to keep my privacy, don't ya know — oh, and the guns too ... OK, sorry for the long story .. just wanted to bring you up to date, don't ya know. Oh, and five wives too ... well not at the same time (well, ok, number three and four sort of .... uhhhh.... "over-lapped" should I say, but they fixed that with that Writ of Enjoinder or whatever the lawyer boy charged me $10,000 for (guess I shouldna said "lawyer boy" 'cause he's one of them African American guys what graduated from one of them Atmospherically Black Colleges here in Tennessee — the same one I just gave a couple of mil for their new data center ... huummmm "That Lawyer Gentleman" .. OK?). Anyway back to the Merry Wives of Windsor (Windsor Tennessee, don't ya know not that old england place where they dress in womens clothes and whip each other) Well, I'm pretty right happy with Old Number Six .. 'course she isn't "old" at all ... met her last year at an Insane Clown Posse concert (you know, the one where the kid on LSD threw himself over the bridge and onto a speeding eighteen wheeler heading West on Interstate 40. The kid went down I-40 also, but seems he didn't get to Memphis like he wanted to. Probably saw Elvis though). ANYway, I met this little chickdee .. she was passing around some stuff called exactly? extaly" I don't know —- some modern shit. Anyway, after we got back to that there Doublewide and made the shingles shake for a few hours (Praise His Holy Name for that Vigary Pill), we decided to get married. Her momma and daddy said it was OK too and she done promised to finish High School with the GED. Well, Hunny-Buns, that's about all the news I can bring you up on fer right now. Anyway, send me your address and I'll get that money man of mine to send ya a check. Got me a real nice Jewish Boy what takes care of the money investing and all that stuff them folks is so good at. And the next time you try to put one over on Old Misterfixit (if you have read this far) well, Come On Down ... and drop me another note or three.
You know, if you posted a little more often you could take the crown away from the King of RP song boards...Lazarus.
You may be a bit crazy, Misterfixit, but that's alright.
Well now Hunny-Bunch, your old buddy Misterfixit is derned sorry about that there little Baby-san! I mean you were 17 and all and I figured you would Take Care of Everything just in case I wasn't shooting Blanks in my old Howitzer of Love. Well, well, well, Forty-two you say? Dang that boy is most likely a spittin' image of his old man (especially Down Where it Counts — remember what you said "Oh My God! No Way I Can ......"). Here, now, don't worry about that there Sue-Port and DNA Paternity Testing ... You see, Old Misterfixit got rich after them Army days and thet little fracas over in Veetnam where he got all tangled up in blue. Yep, Old Misterfixit is ... well .. how should I put this ... REALLY rich. I do believe that the term is "Obscenely Rich". It is all about buying low and selling high and knowing when to deal, when to pull out (something GB should have learned) and when to do whatever makes ya feel right up in that old thalamouse or whereever in your haid. Well sure, I still live in a little old double wide out here on the farm in middle Tennessee .. it's a mite bit more homey than the house I growed up in — I got the indoor plumbing, I got the 'lectricity from the T.V.A., don't need the Sweet Water Well any more. Of course, the 2500 acres do help a bit to keep my privacy, don't ya know — oh, and the guns too ... OK, sorry for the long story .. just wanted to bring you up to date, don't ya know. Oh, and five wives too ... well not at the same time (well, ok, number three and four sort of .... uhhhh.... "over-lapped" should I say, but they fixed that with that Writ of Enjoinder or whatever the lawyer boy charged me $10,000 for (guess I shouldna said "lawyer boy" 'cause he's one of them African American guys what graduated from one of them Atmospherically Black Colleges here in Tennessee — the same one I just gave a couple of mil for their new data center ... huummmm "That Lawyer Gentleman" .. OK?). Anyway back to the Merry Wives of Windsor (Windsor Tennessee, don't ya know not that old england place where they dress in womens clothes and whip each other) Well, I'm pretty right happy with Old Number Six .. 'course she isn't "old" at all ... met her last year at an Insane Clown Posse concert (you know, the one where the kid on LSD threw himself over the bridge and onto a speeding eighteen wheeler heading West on Interstate 40. The kid went down I-40 also, but seems he didn't get to Memphis like he wanted to. Probably saw Elvis though). ANYway, I met this little chickdee .. she was passing around some stuff called exactly? extaly" I don't know —- some modern shit. Anyway, after we got back to that there Doublewide and made the shingles shake for a few hours (Praise His Holy Name for that Vigary Pill), we decided to get married. Her momma and daddy said it was OK too and she done promised to finish High School with the GED. Well, Hunny-Buns, that's about all the news I can bring you up on fer right now. Anyway, send me your address and I'll get that money man of mine to send ya a check. Got me a real nice Jewish Boy what takes care of the money investing and all that stuff them folks is so good at. And the next time you try to put one over on Old Misterfixit (if you have read this far) well, Come On Down ... and drop me another note or three.
You know, if you posted a little more often you could take the crown away from the King of RP song boards...Lazarus.
You may be a bit crazy, Misterfixit, but that's alright.
Cynaera wrote:
I'll have to look that one up, but some things are just plain the coolest, like these Stones and Cynaera.
Peace
Todd Snider does a really good version of this song - he puts such comedic inflections in all the right places that I can't help but giggle when I hear it.
I'll have to look that one up, but some things are just plain the coolest, like these Stones and Cynaera.
Peace
And their rendition on the much later CD Stripped is very good as well, maybe better,
Groovy bass line BABY!
.... great tune - excellent album and worthy of a big FAT 9 cementfloor wrote:
ME TOO!!!
This song makes me smile like I've lost my mind. 
ME TOO!!!
This song makes me smile like I've lost my mind.
Yes, one of their best songs!
One of my favorites........
jools wrote:
it IS the original....
Now this is what The Stones were all about - white men singing the Blues - almost as well as the original! Great stuff!!!
it IS the original....
You mean ''flies.''
parrothead wrote:
parrothead wrote:
My dad used to say "don't kill the spiders because they eat the other bugs". Which would mean the flys.
WonderLizard wrote:
After all is said and done, you're only as old as the woman you feel.
I like the phrase "she looked about thirty," which from their point of view at that time was OLD. Nowadays, man, thirty looks as fresh as a spring rose.
After all is said and done, you're only as old as the woman you feel.
This song has been an occasional earworm of mine for almost 50 years! Weird but not overly debilitating.
TerryS wrote:
I like the fact that Keef is front and centre on the album, not old wozzizname.
If you can get your ears to go past the vocals, which requires a bit of discipline, than you will be able to see that Keef is always front and center on the Stones records - he is the riff master after all.I like the phrase "she looked about thirty," which from their point of view at that time was OLD. Nowadays, man, thirty looks as fresh as a spring rose.
Good song from the early Stones. Not often heard. Of course that's why we like RP.
With all joking aside....this song kicks ass.
jools wrote:
Just read all the postings that led up to this! I laughed, Boober, if that helps! Are you male or female?
Jools my friend....I am 100% male.How's things across the pond?
Can I ask you the same question?
I like to jump in now and then and stir things up.
Boober was a nickname given to me at age 2(long story)....nothing to do with the female anatomy.
Just read all the postings that led up to this! I laughed, Boober, if that helps! Are you male or female?
Jools my friend....I am 100% male.How's things across the pond?
Can I ask you the same question?
I like to jump in now and then and stir things up.
Boober was a nickname given to me at age 2(long story)....nothing to do with the female anatomy.
boober wrote:
I know you were Boober, and I used your post as an excuse in stream of babble ... Good on ya as them Frenchies say, I think.
I was just trying to be funny......thanks for the info though Misterfixit!
I know you were Boober, and I used your post as an excuse in stream of babble ... Good on ya as them Frenchies say, I think.
Tim_in_N_FL wrote:
This song was written by Jagger and Richards; it's not a cover of an old blues tune, though it was obviously inspired by some - probably Jimmy Reed tunes.
Would love to hear a real bluesman's version of this tune...
This song was written by Jagger and Richards; it's not a cover of an old blues tune, though it was obviously inspired by some - probably Jimmy Reed tunes.
I like the fact that Keef is front and centre on the album, not old wozzizname.
Todd Snider does a really good version of this song - he puts such comedic inflections in all the right places that I can't help but giggle when I hear it.
My dad used to say "don't kill the spiders because they eat the other bugs". Which would mean the flys.
spigolli wrote: The Stripped album also has a great version of this tune.
Yes!!
The Stripped album also has a great version of this tune.Yes!!
The Stripped album also has a great version of this tune.7.3? Serious? Bleh.
Love them all !
Track Listing1 - Mercy Mercy2 - Hitch Hike3 - The Last Time4 - That's How Strong My Love Is5 - Good Times6 - I'm All Right7 - Satisfaction8 - Cry to Me9 - The Under Assistant West Coast Promotion Man10 - Play With Fire11 - The Spider and the Fly12 - One More Try
Track Listing1 - Mercy Mercy2 - Hitch Hike3 - The Last Time4 - That's How Strong My Love Is5 - Good Times6 - I'm All Right7 - Satisfaction8 - Cry to Me9 - The Under Assistant West Coast Promotion Man10 - Play With Fire11 - The Spider and the Fly12 - One More Try
...remember when thirty used to seem old ?..
Love the harmonica!
Oh =- I see Boober, you are a bloke! LOL, Mrfixit should have checked first!
boober wrote:
Just read all the postings that led up to this! I laughed, Boober, if that helps! Are you male or female?
I was just trying to be funny......thanks for the info though Misterfixit!
Just read all the postings that led up to this! I laughed, Boober, if that helps! Are you male or female?
Misterfixit wrote:
Well now Hunny-Bunch, your old buddy Misterfixit is derned sorry about that there little Baby-san! I mean you were 17 and all and I figured you would Take Care of Everything just in case I wasn't shooting Blanks in my old Howitzer of Love. Well, well, well, Forty-two you say? Dang that boy is most likely a spittin' image of his old man (especially Down Where it Counts — remember what you said "Oh My God! No Way I Can ......"). Here, now, don't worry about that there Sue-Port and DNA Paternity Testing ... You see, Old Misterfixit got rich after them Army days and thet little fracas over in Veetnam where he got all tangled up in blue. Yep, Old Misterfixit is ... well .. how should I put this ... REALLY rich. I do believe that the term is "Obscenely Rich". It is all about buying low and selling high and knowing when to deal, when to pull out (something GB should have learned) and when to do whatever makes ya feel right up in that old thalamouse or whereever in your haid. Well sure, I still live in a little old double wide out here on the farm in middle Tennessee .. it's a mite bit more homey than the house I growed up in — I got the indoor plumbing, I got the 'lectricity from the T.V.A., don't need the Sweet Water Well any more. Of course, the 2500 acres do help a bit to keep my privacy, don't ya know — oh, and the guns too ... OK, sorry for the long story .. just wanted to bring you up to date, don't ya know. Oh, and five wives too ... well not at the same time (well, ok, number three and four sort of .... uhhhh.... "over-lapped" should I say, but they fixed that with that Writ of Enjoinder or whatever the lawyer boy charged me $10,000 for (guess I shouldna said "lawyer boy" 'cause he's one of them African American guys what graduated from one of them Atmospherically Black Colleges here in Tennessee — the same one I just gave a couple of mil for their new data center ... huummmm "That Lawyer Gentleman" .. OK?). Anyway back to the Merry Wives of Windsor (Windsor Tennessee, don't ya know not that old england place where they dress in womens clothes and whip each other) Well, I'm pretty right happy with Old Number Six .. 'course she isn't "old" at all ... met her last year at an Insane Clown Posse concert (you know, the one where the kid on LSD threw himself over the bridge and onto a speeding eighteen wheeler heading West on Interstate 40. The kid went down I-40 also, but seems he didn't get to Memphis like he wanted to. Probably saw Elvis though). ANYway, I met this little chickdee .. she was passing around some stuff called exactly? extaly" I don't know —- some modern shit. Anyway, after we got back to that there Doublewide and made the shingles shake for a few hours (Praise His Holy Name for that Vigary Pill), we decided to get married. Her momma and daddy said it was OK too and she done promised to finish High School with the GED. Well, Hunny-Buns, that's about all the news I can bring you up on fer right now. Anyway, send me your address and I'll get that money man of mine to send ya a check. Got me a real nice Jewish Boy what takes care of the money investing and all that stuff them folks is so good at. And the next time you try to put one over on Old Misterfixit (if you have read this far) well, Come On Down ... and drop me another note or three.
I was just trying to be funny......thanks for the info though Misterfixit!
Well now Hunny-Bunch, your old buddy Misterfixit is derned sorry about that there little Baby-san! I mean you were 17 and all and I figured you would Take Care of Everything just in case I wasn't shooting Blanks in my old Howitzer of Love. Well, well, well, Forty-two you say? Dang that boy is most likely a spittin' image of his old man (especially Down Where it Counts — remember what you said "Oh My God! No Way I Can ......"). Here, now, don't worry about that there Sue-Port and DNA Paternity Testing ... You see, Old Misterfixit got rich after them Army days and thet little fracas over in Veetnam where he got all tangled up in blue. Yep, Old Misterfixit is ... well .. how should I put this ... REALLY rich. I do believe that the term is "Obscenely Rich". It is all about buying low and selling high and knowing when to deal, when to pull out (something GB should have learned) and when to do whatever makes ya feel right up in that old thalamouse or whereever in your haid. Well sure, I still live in a little old double wide out here on the farm in middle Tennessee .. it's a mite bit more homey than the house I growed up in — I got the indoor plumbing, I got the 'lectricity from the T.V.A., don't need the Sweet Water Well any more. Of course, the 2500 acres do help a bit to keep my privacy, don't ya know — oh, and the guns too ... OK, sorry for the long story .. just wanted to bring you up to date, don't ya know. Oh, and five wives too ... well not at the same time (well, ok, number three and four sort of .... uhhhh.... "over-lapped" should I say, but they fixed that with that Writ of Enjoinder or whatever the lawyer boy charged me $10,000 for (guess I shouldna said "lawyer boy" 'cause he's one of them African American guys what graduated from one of them Atmospherically Black Colleges here in Tennessee — the same one I just gave a couple of mil for their new data center ... huummmm "That Lawyer Gentleman" .. OK?). Anyway back to the Merry Wives of Windsor (Windsor Tennessee, don't ya know not that old england place where they dress in womens clothes and whip each other) Well, I'm pretty right happy with Old Number Six .. 'course she isn't "old" at all ... met her last year at an Insane Clown Posse concert (you know, the one where the kid on LSD threw himself over the bridge and onto a speeding eighteen wheeler heading West on Interstate 40. The kid went down I-40 also, but seems he didn't get to Memphis like he wanted to. Probably saw Elvis though). ANYway, I met this little chickdee .. she was passing around some stuff called exactly? extaly" I don't know —- some modern shit. Anyway, after we got back to that there Doublewide and made the shingles shake for a few hours (Praise His Holy Name for that Vigary Pill), we decided to get married. Her momma and daddy said it was OK too and she done promised to finish High School with the GED. Well, Hunny-Buns, that's about all the news I can bring you up on fer right now. Anyway, send me your address and I'll get that money man of mine to send ya a check. Got me a real nice Jewish Boy what takes care of the money investing and all that stuff them folks is so good at. And the next time you try to put one over on Old Misterfixit (if you have read this far) well, Come On Down ... and drop me another note or three.
Now this is what The Stones were all about - white men singing the Blues - almost as well as the original! Great stuff!!!
capandjudy wrote:
Yup!! It is naughty. This was the very first LP that I bought in my life at age 15. Generally speaking at that age, girls did not like the Rolling Stones although they loved the Fabs and boys liked the Rolling Stones for the testosterone factor I suppose.
You wouldn't think that girls didn't like the Stones watching old concert footage about the time they were getting their start... the girls were literally tackling Jagger onstage in some of the clips I was watching last night on the History Channel's Biography program.
Yup!! It is naughty. This was the very first LP that I bought in my life at age 15. Generally speaking at that age, girls did not like the Rolling Stones although they loved the Fabs and boys liked the Rolling Stones for the testosterone factor I suppose.
You wouldn't think that girls didn't like the Stones watching old concert footage about the time they were getting their start... the girls were literally tackling Jagger onstage in some of the clips I was watching last night on the History Channel's Biography program.
old 'stones'.... pardon my terminology.......'fried chicken'...mmmm
EssexTex wrote:
Agreed.
No middle ground with the Stones..there songs are either great or crap...this ones crap. 
Agreed.
sirdroseph wrote:
You know I agree with you except I think this is one of the really good ones!
You're both wrong. They are all great.
You know I agree with you except I think this is one of the really good ones!
You're both wrong. They are all great.
EssexTex wrote:
You know I agree with you except I think this is one of the really good ones!
No middle ground with the Stones..there songs are either great or crap...this ones crap.
You know I agree with you except I think this is one of the really good ones!
Shamsiel wrote:
I'm thinking somebody is off his meds.
WTF?
Misterfixit wrote:
Well now Hunny-Bunch, your old buddy Misterfixit is derned sorry about that there little Baby-san! I mean you were 17 and all and I figured you would Take Care of Everything just in case I wasn't shooting Blanks in my old Howitzer of Love. Well, well, well, Forty-two you say? Dang that boy is most likely a spittin' image of his old man (especially Down Where it Counts — remember what you said "Oh My God! No Way I Can ......"). Here, now, don't worry about that there Sue-Port and DNA Paternity Testing ... You see, Old Misterfixit got rich after them Army days and thet little fracas over in Veetnam where he got all tangled up in blue. Yep, Old Misterfixit is ... well .. how should I put this ... REALLY rich. I do believe that the term is "Obscenely Rich". It is all about buying low and selling high and knowing when to deal, when to pull out (something GB should have learned) and when to do whatever makes ya feel right up in that old thalamouse or whereever in your haid. Well sure, I still live in a little old double wide out here on the farm in middle Tennessee .. it's a mite bit more homey than the house I growed up in — I got the indoor plumbing, I got the 'lectricity from the T.V.A., don't need the Sweet Water Well any more. Of course, the 2500 acres do help a bit to keep my privacy, don't ya know — oh, and the guns too ... OK, sorry for the long story .. just wanted to bring you up to date, don't ya know. Oh, and five wives too ... well not at the same time (well, ok, number three and four sort of .... uhhhh.... "over-lapped" should I say, but they fixed that with that Writ of Enjoinder or whatever the lawyer boy charged me $10,000 for (guess I shouldna said "lawyer boy" 'cause he's one of them African American guys what graduated from one of them Atmospherically Black Colleges here in Tennessee — the same one I just gave a couple of mil for their new data center ... huummmm "That Lawyer Gentleman" .. OK?). Anyway back to the Merry Wives of Windsor (Windsor Tennessee, don't ya know not that old england place where they dress in womens clothes and whip each other) Well, I'm pretty right happy with Old Number Six .. 'course she isn't "old" at all ... met her last year at an Insane Clown Posse concert (you know, the one where the kid on LSD threw himself over the bridge and onto a speeding eighteen wheeler heading West on Interstate 40. The kid went down I-40 also, but seems he didn't get to Memphis like he wanted to. Probably saw Elvis though). ANYway, I met this little chickdee .. she was passing around some stuff called exactly? extaly" I don't know —- some modern shit. Anyway, after we got back to that there Doublewide and made the shingles shake for a few hours (Praise His Holy Name for that Vigary Pill), we decided to get married. Her momma and daddy said it was OK too and she done promised to finish High School with the GED. Well, Hunny-Buns, that's about all the news I can bring you up on fer right now. Anyway, send me your address and I'll get that money man of mine to send ya a check. Got me a real nice Jewish Boy what takes care of the money investing and all that stuff them folks is so good at. And the next time you try to put one over on Old Misterfixit (if you have read this far) well, Come On Down ... and drop me another note or three.
Misterfixit wrote:
Well now Hunny-Bunch, your old buddy Misterfixit is derned sorry about that there little Baby-san! I mean you were 17 and all and I figured you would Take Care of Everything just in case I wasn't shooting Blanks in my old Howitzer of Love. Well, well, well, Forty-two you say? Dang that boy is most likely a spittin' image of his old man (especially Down Where it Counts — remember what you said "Oh My God! No Way I Can ......"). Here, now, don't worry about that there Sue-Port and DNA Paternity Testing ... You see, Old Misterfixit got rich after them Army days and thet little fracas over in Veetnam where he got all tangled up in blue. Yep, Old Misterfixit is ... well .. how should I put this ... REALLY rich. I do believe that the term is "Obscenely Rich". It is all about buying low and selling high and knowing when to deal, when to pull out (something GB should have learned) and when to do whatever makes ya feel right up in that old thalamouse or whereever in your haid. Well sure, I still live in a little old double wide out here on the farm in middle Tennessee .. it's a mite bit more homey than the house I growed up in — I got the indoor plumbing, I got the 'lectricity from the T.V.A., don't need the Sweet Water Well any more. Of course, the 2500 acres do help a bit to keep my privacy, don't ya know — oh, and the guns too ... OK, sorry for the long story .. just wanted to bring you up to date, don't ya know. Oh, and five wives too ... well not at the same time (well, ok, number three and four sort of .... uhhhh.... "over-lapped" should I say, but they fixed that with that Writ of Enjoinder or whatever the lawyer boy charged me $10,000 for (guess I shouldna said "lawyer boy" 'cause he's one of them African American guys what graduated from one of them Atmospherically Black Colleges here in Tennessee — the same one I just gave a couple of mil for their new data center ... huummmm "That Lawyer Gentleman" .. OK?). Anyway back to the Merry Wives of Windsor (Windsor Tennessee, don't ya know not that old england place where they dress in womens clothes and whip each other) Well, I'm pretty right happy with Old Number Six .. 'course she isn't "old" at all ... met her last year at an Insane Clown Posse concert (you know, the one where the kid on LSD threw himself over the bridge and onto a speeding eighteen wheeler heading West on Interstate 40. The kid went down I-40 also, but seems he didn't get to Memphis like he wanted to. Probably saw Elvis though). ANYway, I met this little chickdee .. she was passing around some stuff called exactly? extaly" I don't know —- some modern shit. Anyway, after we got back to that there Doublewide and made the shingles shake for a few hours (Praise His Holy Name for that Vigary Pill), we decided to get married. Her momma and daddy said it was OK too and she done promised to finish High School with the GED. Well, Hunny-Buns, that's about all the news I can bring you up on fer right now. Anyway, send me your address and I'll get that money man of mine to send ya a check. Got me a real nice Jewish Boy what takes care of the money investing and all that stuff them folks is so good at. And the next time you try to put one over on Old Misterfixit (if you have read this far) well, Come On Down ... and drop me another note or three.
I'm thinking somebody is off his meds.
WTF?
Misterfixit wrote:
Well now Hunny-Bunch, your old buddy Misterfixit is derned sorry about that there little Baby-san! I mean you were 17 and all and I figured you would Take Care of Everything just in case I wasn't shooting Blanks in my old Howitzer of Love. Well, well, well, Forty-two you say? Dang that boy is most likely a spittin' image of his old man (especially Down Where it Counts — remember what you said "Oh My God! No Way I Can ......"). Here, now, don't worry about that there Sue-Port and DNA Paternity Testing ... You see, Old Misterfixit got rich after them Army days and thet little fracas over in Veetnam where he got all tangled up in blue. Yep, Old Misterfixit is ... well .. how should I put this ... REALLY rich. I do believe that the term is "Obscenely Rich". It is all about buying low and selling high and knowing when to deal, when to pull out (something GB should have learned) and when to do whatever makes ya feel right up in that old thalamouse or whereever in your haid. Well sure, I still live in a little old double wide out here on the farm in middle Tennessee .. it's a mite bit more homey than the house I growed up in — I got the indoor plumbing, I got the 'lectricity from the T.V.A., don't need the Sweet Water Well any more. Of course, the 2500 acres do help a bit to keep my privacy, don't ya know — oh, and the guns too ... OK, sorry for the long story .. just wanted to bring you up to date, don't ya know. Oh, and five wives too ... well not at the same time (well, ok, number three and four sort of .... uhhhh.... "over-lapped" should I say, but they fixed that with that Writ of Enjoinder or whatever the lawyer boy charged me $10,000 for (guess I shouldna said "lawyer boy" 'cause he's one of them African American guys what graduated from one of them Atmospherically Black Colleges here in Tennessee — the same one I just gave a couple of mil for their new data center ... huummmm "That Lawyer Gentleman" .. OK?). Anyway back to the Merry Wives of Windsor (Windsor Tennessee, don't ya know not that old england place where they dress in womens clothes and whip each other) Well, I'm pretty right happy with Old Number Six .. 'course she isn't "old" at all ... met her last year at an Insane Clown Posse concert (you know, the one where the kid on LSD threw himself over the bridge and onto a speeding eighteen wheeler heading West on Interstate 40. The kid went down I-40 also, but seems he didn't get to Memphis like he wanted to. Probably saw Elvis though). ANYway, I met this little chickdee .. she was passing around some stuff called exactly? extaly" I don't know —- some modern shit. Anyway, after we got back to that there Doublewide and made the shingles shake for a few hours (Praise His Holy Name for that Vigary Pill), we decided to get married. Her momma and daddy said it was OK too and she done promised to finish High School with the GED. Well, Hunny-Buns, that's about all the news I can bring you up on fer right now. Anyway, send me your address and I'll get that money man of mine to send ya a check. Got me a real nice Jewish Boy what takes care of the money investing and all that stuff them folks is so good at. And the next time you try to put one over on Old Misterfixit (if you have read this far) well, Come On Down ... and drop me another note or three.
Misterfixit wrote:
Well now Hunny-Bunch, your old buddy Misterfixit is derned sorry about that there little Baby-san! I mean you were 17 and all and I figured you would Take Care of Everything just in case I wasn't shooting Blanks in my old Howitzer of Love. Well, well, well, Forty-two you say? Dang that boy is most likely a spittin' image of his old man (especially Down Where it Counts — remember what you said "Oh My God! No Way I Can ......"). Here, now, don't worry about that there Sue-Port and DNA Paternity Testing ... You see, Old Misterfixit got rich after them Army days and thet little fracas over in Veetnam where he got all tangled up in blue. Yep, Old Misterfixit is ... well .. how should I put this ... REALLY rich. I do believe that the term is "Obscenely Rich". It is all about buying low and selling high and knowing when to deal, when to pull out (something GB should have learned) and when to do whatever makes ya feel right up in that old thalamouse or whereever in your haid. Well sure, I still live in a little old double wide out here on the farm in middle Tennessee .. it's a mite bit more homey than the house I growed up in — I got the indoor plumbing, I got the 'lectricity from the T.V.A., don't need the Sweet Water Well any more. Of course, the 2500 acres do help a bit to keep my privacy, don't ya know — oh, and the guns too ... OK, sorry for the long story .. just wanted to bring you up to date, don't ya know. Oh, and five wives too ... well not at the same time (well, ok, number three and four sort of .... uhhhh.... "over-lapped" should I say, but they fixed that with that Writ of Enjoinder or whatever the lawyer boy charged me $10,000 for (guess I shouldna said "lawyer boy" 'cause he's one of them African American guys what graduated from one of them Atmospherically Black Colleges here in Tennessee — the same one I just gave a couple of mil for their new data center ... huummmm "That Lawyer Gentleman" .. OK?). Anyway back to the Merry Wives of Windsor (Windsor Tennessee, don't ya know not that old england place where they dress in womens clothes and whip each other) Well, I'm pretty right happy with Old Number Six .. 'course she isn't "old" at all ... met her last year at an Insane Clown Posse concert (you know, the one where the kid on LSD threw himself over the bridge and onto a speeding eighteen wheeler heading West on Interstate 40. The kid went down I-40 also, but seems he didn't get to Memphis like he wanted to. Probably saw Elvis though). ANYway, I met this little chickdee .. she was passing around some stuff called exactly? extaly" I don't know —- some modern shit. Anyway, after we got back to that there Doublewide and made the shingles shake for a few hours (Praise His Holy Name for that Vigary Pill), we decided to get married. Her momma and daddy said it was OK too and she done promised to finish High School with the GED. Well, Hunny-Buns, that's about all the news I can bring you up on fer right now. Anyway, send me your address and I'll get that money man of mine to send ya a check. Got me a real nice Jewish Boy what takes care of the money investing and all that stuff them folks is so good at. And the next time you try to put one over on Old Misterfixit (if you have read this far) well, Come On Down ... and drop me another note or three.
NanMac wrote:
Yup!! It is naughty. This was the very first LP that I bought in my life at age 15. Generally speaking at that age, girls did not like the Rolling Stones although they loved the Fabs and boys liked the Rolling Stones for the testosterone factor I suppose.
this song is great though mildy offensive.
Yup!! It is naughty. This was the very first LP that I bought in my life at age 15. Generally speaking at that age, girls did not like the Rolling Stones although they loved the Fabs and boys liked the Rolling Stones for the testosterone factor I suppose.
Tim_in_N_FL wrote:
Would love to hear a real bluesman's version of this tune...
Anytime you'r in Vinyl Land.Most welcome!One of my favorite pole dancing songs.....umm just kidding....
Would love to hear a real bluesman's version of this tune...
Shesdifferent wrote:
You are kidding right?
I think he serious ...
You are kidding right?
I think he serious ...
EssexTex wrote:
You are kidding right?
No middle ground with the Stones..there songs are either great or crap...this ones crap.
You are kidding right?
boober wrote:
Well now Hunny-Bunch, your old buddy Misterfixit is derned sorry about that there little Baby-san! I mean you were 17 and all and I figured you would Take Care of Everything just in case I wasn't shooting Blanks in my old Howitzer of Love. Well, well, well, Forty-two you say? Dang that boy is most likely a spittin' image of his old man (especially Down Where it Counts — remember what you said "Oh My God! No Way I Can ......"). Here, now, don't worry about that there Sue-Port and DNA Paternity Testing ... You see, Old Misterfixit got rich after them Army days and thet little fracas over in Veetnam where he got all tangled up in blue. Yep, Old Misterfixit is ... well .. how should I put this ... REALLY rich. I do believe that the term is "Obscenely Rich". It is all about buying low and selling high and knowing when to deal, when to pull out (something GB should have learned) and when to do whatever makes ya feel right up in that old thalamouse or whereever in your haid. Well sure, I still live in a little old double wide out here on the farm in middle Tennessee .. it's a mite bit more homey than the house I growed up in — I got the indoor plumbing, I got the 'lectricity from the T.V.A., don't need the Sweet Water Well any more. Of course, the 2500 acres do help a bit to keep my privacy, don't ya know — oh, and the guns too ... OK, sorry for the long story .. just wanted to bring you up to date, don't ya know. Oh, and five wives too ... well not at the same time (well, ok, number three and four sort of .... uhhhh.... "over-lapped" should I say, but they fixed that with that Writ of Enjoinder or whatever the lawyer boy charged me $10,000 for (guess I shouldna said "lawyer boy" 'cause he's one of them African American guys what graduated from one of them Atmospherically Black Colleges here in Tennessee — the same one I just gave a couple of mil for their new data center ... huummmm "That Lawyer Gentleman" .. OK?). Anyway back to the Merry Wives of Windsor (Windsor Tennessee, don't ya know not that old england place where they dress in womens clothes and whip each other) Well, I'm pretty right happy with Old Number Six .. 'course she isn't "old" at all ... met her last year at an Insane Clown Posse concert (you know, the one where the kid on LSD threw himself over the bridge and onto a speeding eighteen wheeler heading West on Interstate 40. The kid went down I-40 also, but seems he didn't get to Memphis like he wanted to. Probably saw Elvis though). ANYway, I met this little chickdee .. she was passing around some stuff called exactly? extaly" I don't know —- some modern shit. Anyway, after we got back to that there Doublewide and made the shingles shake for a few hours (Praise His Holy Name for that Vigary Pill), we decided to get married. Her momma and daddy said it was OK too and she done promised to finish High School with the GED. Well, Hunny-Buns, that's about all the news I can bring you up on fer right now. Anyway, send me your address and I'll get that money man of mine to send ya a check. Got me a real nice Jewish Boy what takes care of the money investing and all that stuff them folks is so good at. And the next time you try to put one over on Old Misterfixit (if you have read this far) well, Come On Down ... and drop me another note or three.
This is Linda-
Thanks for all your help with your 42 year old son!!
Thanks for all your help with your 42 year old son!!
Well now Hunny-Bunch, your old buddy Misterfixit is derned sorry about that there little Baby-san! I mean you were 17 and all and I figured you would Take Care of Everything just in case I wasn't shooting Blanks in my old Howitzer of Love. Well, well, well, Forty-two you say? Dang that boy is most likely a spittin' image of his old man (especially Down Where it Counts — remember what you said "Oh My God! No Way I Can ......"). Here, now, don't worry about that there Sue-Port and DNA Paternity Testing ... You see, Old Misterfixit got rich after them Army days and thet little fracas over in Veetnam where he got all tangled up in blue. Yep, Old Misterfixit is ... well .. how should I put this ... REALLY rich. I do believe that the term is "Obscenely Rich". It is all about buying low and selling high and knowing when to deal, when to pull out (something GB should have learned) and when to do whatever makes ya feel right up in that old thalamouse or whereever in your haid. Well sure, I still live in a little old double wide out here on the farm in middle Tennessee .. it's a mite bit more homey than the house I growed up in — I got the indoor plumbing, I got the 'lectricity from the T.V.A., don't need the Sweet Water Well any more. Of course, the 2500 acres do help a bit to keep my privacy, don't ya know — oh, and the guns too ... OK, sorry for the long story .. just wanted to bring you up to date, don't ya know. Oh, and five wives too ... well not at the same time (well, ok, number three and four sort of .... uhhhh.... "over-lapped" should I say, but they fixed that with that Writ of Enjoinder or whatever the lawyer boy charged me $10,000 for (guess I shouldna said "lawyer boy" 'cause he's one of them African American guys what graduated from one of them Atmospherically Black Colleges here in Tennessee — the same one I just gave a couple of mil for their new data center ... huummmm "That Lawyer Gentleman" .. OK?). Anyway back to the Merry Wives of Windsor (Windsor Tennessee, don't ya know not that old england place where they dress in womens clothes and whip each other) Well, I'm pretty right happy with Old Number Six .. 'course she isn't "old" at all ... met her last year at an Insane Clown Posse concert (you know, the one where the kid on LSD threw himself over the bridge and onto a speeding eighteen wheeler heading West on Interstate 40. The kid went down I-40 also, but seems he didn't get to Memphis like he wanted to. Probably saw Elvis though). ANYway, I met this little chickdee .. she was passing around some stuff called exactly? extaly" I don't know —- some modern shit. Anyway, after we got back to that there Doublewide and made the shingles shake for a few hours (Praise His Holy Name for that Vigary Pill), we decided to get married. Her momma and daddy said it was OK too and she done promised to finish High School with the GED. Well, Hunny-Buns, that's about all the news I can bring you up on fer right now. Anyway, send me your address and I'll get that money man of mine to send ya a check. Got me a real nice Jewish Boy what takes care of the money investing and all that stuff them folks is so good at. And the next time you try to put one over on Old Misterfixit (if you have read this far) well, Come On Down ... and drop me another note or three.
Rolling Stones - The Spider And The Fly
J.J. Cale - Crazy Mama
Billie Holiday - Crazy He Calls Me
great blues session - thanks Bill!
J.J. Cale - Crazy Mama
Billie Holiday - Crazy He Calls Me
great blues session - thanks Bill!
boober wrote:
This is Linda-
Thanks for all your help with your 42 year old son!!
How do you know it was his?
this song is great though mildy offensive.
Misterfixit wrote:
Well, I meant my first time with HER.
And it was her millionth time with you??
And you did this in front of a young soldier AND your 42 year old son??
Boy, the sixties really were different....
You wouldn't happen to be Bob Crane, would you?
No middle ground with the Stones..there songs are either great or crap...this ones crap.
A history lesson with sentimental connections, not necessarily among their greatest hits. None the less, this album helped introduce many Americans to their country's indigenous music and therefore it's worthwhile to hear now and then. Thanks Bill.
Misterfixit wrote:
OMG The Memories!
It's 1966 in Washington, DC; a kind of fun place for a young soldier to be posted.
On the couch with Linda ...
My new reel-to-reel tape recorder blasting this and the whole album onto our sweaty, naked, writhing, bodies.
My first time; her millionth;
Thank you Linda!
This is Linda-
Thanks for all your help with your 42 year old son!!
Play with fire rules this LP
BIG NAME! small song
olsaltybastard wrote:
Another band that does absolutely nothing for me whatsoever.
That must suck for you.
No need to play this song again-thanks.
eastcoast wrote:
Sometimes things should be kept to ourselves.
Here, I'll share my nickname with you....Buzzkill.
I thought it was a wonderfully nostalgic story so thanks Misterfixit.
The version on their "Stripped" album changes her age from thirty to fifty. I'm sure if they're still singin' this song, it's up to about the century mark.
Mick better watch out for those cougars at the retirement homes.
Another band that does absolutely nothing for me whatsoever.
mattt wrote:
Um, sorta. Richards is barely recognizable. And Jones...well...hasn't aged a day in almost 40 years.
Yeah. Tacky. Sorry.
Heard about Brian Jones? He's still decomposing. Sorry. Tackier.
Misterfixit wrote:
OMG The Memories!
It's 1966 in Washington, DC; a kind of fun place for a young soldier to be posted.
On the couch with Linda ...
My new reel-to-reel tape recorder blasting this and the whole album onto our sweaty, naked, writhing, bodies.
My first time; her millionth;
Thank you Linda!
Thank you for sharing!
eastcoast wrote:
Sometimes things should be kept to ourselves.
Well, I meant my first time with HER.
Of all the Rolling Stones' songs, I rate this one as among my top three.
It has that insouciant, sly-grinning, smirking kind of singing that Mick did best so long ago. He goes from that to a matter of fact, "yep, drinking, etc etc and the rinsed out blond on the left".
Nothing but the ages old ceremony played out in so many theaters of the absurd and only leading up to an orgasm or three.
never get tired of this!
Sometimes things should be kept to ourselves.
Misterfixit wrote:
OMG The Memories!
It's 1966 in Washington, DC; a kind of fun place for a young soldier to be posted.
On the couch with Linda ...
My new reel-to-reel tape recorder blasting this and the whole album onto our sweaty, naked, writhing, bodies.
My first time; her millionth;
Thank you Linda!
The Yorkshire Ripper's theme song, it was.
That was a great set by the way RP!
OMG The Memories!
It's 1966 in Washington, DC; a kind of fun place for a young soldier to be posted.
On the couch with Linda ...
My new reel-to-reel tape recorder blasting this and the whole album onto our sweaty, naked, writhing, bodies.
My first time; her millionth;
Thank you Linda!
Who's the guy far back,is that the lead singer?
Thanks Bill,I am having a Great Birthday:
Sign these lads up!
Like the song, but a large leap from BH, for me.
Amusing lyrics!
Dissapointed in the groove control, captain
Keith looks nothing like he did in his youth! Totally unrecognizable! But then Rock & Roll by it's very nature isn't pretty!
drtjdel wrote:
Correct! And boy haven't they aged well!!
This photo was taken long before Keith began snorting
deceased family members.
She told me later, she was a machine operator
And she said she liked the way I held the microphone.
drtjdel wrote:
vs 
Correct! And boy haven't they aged well!!
Nah.....I went to the same school at the same time as Keith Richards and I look waaaaaaay better.
vs
Perfect... 
"My my my, don't tell lies"
"My my my, don't tell lies" This was the very first album that I ever bought. I guess that I was fifteen or sixteen. I thought that Bill Wyman was totally cool and ended up having a red Framus bass given to me by my father. "Out of Our Heads" had "The Last Time", "Satisfaction" and some really good covers of R&B tunes as well. It was the best way to start a music collection.
Awesome!
i like.
Yes !!!!!!!!!
I wonder what the connection to Billie Holiday was for the segue?
drtjdel wrote:
Correct! And boy haven't they aged well!!
Um, sorta. Richards is barely recognizable. And Jones...well...hasn't aged a day in almost 40 years.
Yeah. Tacky. Sorry.
Darkmatter wrote:
I would guess, from left to right: Bill Wyman, Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, Charlie Watts, and Brian Jones. Correct me if I am wrong though! 
Correct! And boy haven't they aged well!!
biggeorge wrote:
Brit Country Music
Brit Blues covers, actually.
Mick on Harp.
Augustus wrote:
could someone run down who is who on the cover for me? Thanks!
I would guess, from left to right: Bill Wyman, Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, Charlie Watts, and Brian Jones. Correct me if I am wrong though!
Augustus wrote:
could someone run down who is who on the cover for me? Thanks!
Keef, Charlie, Mick, Bill, Brian. As in Richards, Watts, Jagger, Wyman and Jones, but not in that order.
They were an awesome cover band.
anybody know who does harp on this?
Brit Country Music
I've never heard this before. I like it!
Rongo, I thought the same exact thing. Sounds just like Jerry in the beginning.
could someone run down who is who on the cover for me? Thanks!
this is so good!
Before the vocals started, I thought for sure this was going to be an old Pigpen-era Dead track, the intro guitar is so Garcia-esque.
flip side to Satisfaction...what were they again...45's...in like1965...
wow i need more stones in my collection! anyone know where the tabs are to this song?
Yeah, nice rendition. Even the blues forefathers would likely give it a cool nod. Hearing this atones for some of the Stones' latter day yawns like Steel Wheels.
She said she liked the way I held the microphone
Nanker Phelge rules!
My first Stones LP (and I still have it)! Absolutely classic.
A bunch of white English kids who brought black American music to white America. Gotta love these blokes. We owe them plenty....