Hold On To Your Hat - Remastered
Hold on to your head, hold on to your hat
You're screaming down the alley and never coming back
Back
Get out of my bed, get out of the sack
Don't give me no lip, don't you give me no crap
No way
Get out the madhouse
Tear it all down
Get out the madhouse
Burn it to the ground
Got to, got to get out
Yeah
Get out of my face, get out of my shack
Now you've had a fair share, you had a fair whack
Yeah
Hold on to your butt, hold on to your hat
You're heading outta here
And never coming back, no
Get out the madhouse
Tear it all down
Get out the madhouse
Burn it to the ground
We gotta make it
Don't you fake it
You gettin' loaded
I'm gettin' goaded
Got to, got to get out
Come on, baby
Hold on to your heart, hold on to your hat
Don't gimme no shit, don't you gimme no crap, whoo!
Hold on to your head, don't give me no rap
I've had it up to here with your yackety-yak
You're gettin' loaded
I'm gettin' goaded
We'll never make it
Don't you fake it
Get out the madhouse
Tear it all down
Get out the madhouse
Burn it to the ground
Got to, got to get out
Gotta get out
Come on, baby
Come on, baby
Burn it all down, ah yeah
I'm over with you, baby
I'm over with you, baby
Get up, get out
Get up, get out
Get up
You're screaming down the alley and never coming back
Back
Get out of my bed, get out of the sack
Don't give me no lip, don't you give me no crap
No way
Get out the madhouse
Tear it all down
Get out the madhouse
Burn it to the ground
Got to, got to get out
Yeah
Get out of my face, get out of my shack
Now you've had a fair share, you had a fair whack
Yeah
Hold on to your butt, hold on to your hat
You're heading outta here
And never coming back, no
Get out the madhouse
Tear it all down
Get out the madhouse
Burn it to the ground
We gotta make it
Don't you fake it
You gettin' loaded
I'm gettin' goaded
Got to, got to get out
Come on, baby
Hold on to your heart, hold on to your hat
Don't gimme no shit, don't you gimme no crap, whoo!
Hold on to your head, don't give me no rap
I've had it up to here with your yackety-yak
You're gettin' loaded
I'm gettin' goaded
We'll never make it
Don't you fake it
Get out the madhouse
Tear it all down
Get out the madhouse
Burn it to the ground
Got to, got to get out
Gotta get out
Come on, baby
Come on, baby
Burn it all down, ah yeah
I'm over with you, baby
I'm over with you, baby
Get up, get out
Get up, get out
Get up
Credits
Writer(s): Michael (mick) Jagger, Keith (gb) Richards
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