The Rolling Stones [EP]
The Rolling Stones
1965
jaar
Top 40
28
piekpositie
Top 40
3
weken
Top 40
19
punten
Top 40
Trivia
A-kant: She Said Yeah (1:54)
Gotta Get Away (2:08)
B-kant: Talkin' 'Bout You (2:31)
The Singer Not The Song (2:25)
Artiest
Titel A-kant
She Said Yeah ; Gotta Get Away
Componist(en) A-kant
Jackson, Christy ; Jagger, Richard
Producer(s) A-kant
Andrew Loog Oldham
Engineer(s) A-kant
Dave Hassinger
Titel B-kant
Talkin' 'Bout You ; The Singer Not The Song
Componist(en) B-kant
Berry ; Jagger, Richard
Producer(s) B-kant
Andrew Loog Oldham
Engineer(s) B-kant
Dave Hassinger
Platenlabel
Decca
Catalogusnr
SDE 7503
Top 40
Songtekst
SHE SAID YEAH
Dam deedle dee dam dam
Little girl, where did you come from
Try a little bit to make my mouth dribble
Come on baby, let's ride away in the rain
Baby you drive me crazy
Drive my poor heart hazy
Just a little bit
A little while with you
Come on baby, let's ride away in the rain
She said yeah, dam deedle dee dam dam
She said yeah, dam deedle dee dam dam
She said yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Come on baby I want to make love to you
Well you drive me crazy
Dam deedle dee dam dam
My love is lazy
Dam deedle dee dam dam
Little miss I want to kiss
Come on baby, won't you do what I wish
She said yeah, dam deedle dee dam dam
She said yeah, dam deedle dee dam dam
She said yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Come on baby I want to make love to you
Yeah, ow!
Well I got the feeling, dam deedle dee dam dam
In my soul, dam deedle dee dam dam
I'm gonna love you, you know
One night or another
Come on baby, let me hear you say you love me
She said yeah, dam deedle dee dam dam
She said yeah, dam deedle dee dam dam
She said yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Come on baby I want to make love to you
GOTTA GET AWAY
Baby, the truth is out so don't deny
Baby to think I believed all your lies
Darlin’ I can't stand to see your face
It's the truth, you understand
I got to get away, got to get away
Gotta, gotta, gotta get away
Got to get away
Baby, I don't want to live here no more
Baby, though I tore your pictures off my walls
Darlin' this old room's falling in on me
You understand the truth now
I got to get away, got to get away
Gotta, gotta, gotta get away
Got to get away
Baby, oh, how could you take away your clothes
Baby, don't screw up this old heart of gold
Darling, this will rule my social flare
You understand me now
I got to get away, got to get away
Gotta, gotta, gotta get away
Got to get away
TALKING ‘BOUT YOU
Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know
I met her walking down an uptown street
She's so fine I wish she was mine
I get shook up every time we meet
Talkin’ bout you (nobody but you, baby)
Nobody but you (yes you all the time)
I do mean you (yeah my baby)
Just trying to get a message to you
Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know
Help me know she looks so good
Lovely skin, well she’s soaked in gin
She oughta be somewhere in Hollywood
Talkin’ 'bout you (I’m talkin’ 'bout my baby)
Nobody but you (yes she's alright)
I do mean you (yeah my baby)
Just trying to get a message to you
Talkin’ 'bout you (nobody but you baby)
Nobody but you (yes you all the time)
I do mean you (yeah yeah)
Just trying to get a message to you
Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know
Sitting right here by my side
Lovely indeed that why I ask if she
Promise someday she will be my bride
Talkin’ 'bout you (yeah talk)
Nobody but you (yes my my baby)
I do mean you (yeah yeah)
I'm just trying to get a message through
Talkin’ bout my baby...
THE SINGER NOT THE SONG
Everywhere you want, I always go
I always give in because, babe, you know
You just say so cause you give me that
Feeling inside that I know must be right
It's the singer not the song
It's not the way you give in willingly
Others do it without thrilling me
Giving me that same old feeling inside that I
Know I must be right
It's the singer not the song
The same old places and the same old songs
We've been going there for much too long
There's something wrong and it gives me that feeling
Inside that I know I must be right
It's the singer not the song
It's the singer not the song
It's the singer not the song