The Rolling Stones - Fiji Jim Lyrics

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

Come on, Fiji Jim come on, Fiji Jim
Come on, Fiji Jim come on, Fiji Jim