The Rolling Stone

The Rolling Stone

He plays the guitar,
In the world’s oldest band,
He has a jet plane,
And a whole lot of land

If world 3 is the end of man,
And everything’s gone,
All alone he will stand,
‘Cuz everyone knows,
Nothing can kill,
Keith Richards!

Oh nothing can kill Keith Richards!

He’s a million years old,
And the girls love him so,
They chase him around,
Wherever he goes,

He snorted a planet
Of coke up his nose,
If Chuck Noriss hits him,
He won’t feel the blows,
‘Cuz everyone knows,
Nothing can kill Keith Richards!

Ah nothing can kill that man!
He’s a tough old bastid man!

(Solo, please?)

The scientists in 3,000,000,085,
Are really freaked out that he’s still alive,
One day the sun will explode,
That is the end,
But I’ve got an idea,
Someone please tell them then,
We’ll put a shield,
Around the world,
And it will be made of
Keith Richards!

Yeah the world will be saved by Keith Richards!

Yeah the world said "Hooray for Keith Richards!"

He’s the toughest old bastid on Earth!!!

Stronger than dirt!!!