Now Jimmy
Well, do you want an explosion now?
Yeah Jimmy
Do you want to explode now?
Yeah monkey
Now you seeing red now
Yeah monkey
Jumping on the bed now
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Green apples
On the tree and growing now
Green apples
Are gonna be exploding now
Yeah monkey
Are you seeing red now?
Yeah monkey
Jumping on the bed now
Woo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
The White Stripes - The White Stripes Album Lyrics
The White Stripes - The White Stripes Lyrics
Writer: JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Stop Breaking Down
Everytime I'm walkin', down the streets,
some pretty mama she starts breakin' down
Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin' down
The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo,
it'll make you lose your mind.
Now, you Saturday night women's, you love to ape and clown,
you won't do nothin' but tear good man (i.e Jack White) reputation down
Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down
The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo,
it'll make you lose your mind
Now, I give my baby, now, the ninety-nine degree,
she jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me
Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down
Stuff I got'll bust your brains out, if you think you lose your mind
some pretty mama she starts breakin' down
Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin' down
The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo,
it'll make you lose your mind.
Now, you Saturday night women's, you love to ape and clown,
you won't do nothin' but tear good man (i.e Jack White) reputation down
Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down
The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo,
it'll make you lose your mind
Now, I give my baby, now, the ninety-nine degree,
she jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me
Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down
Stuff I got'll bust your brains out, if you think you lose your mind
Writer: Robert Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
The Big Three Killed My Baby
The big three killed my baby
No money in my hand again
The big three killed my baby
Nobody's comin' home again
Their ideas made me want to spit
A hundred dollars goes down the pit
Thirty thousand wheels are rollin'
And my stick shift hands are swollen
Everything involved is shady
The big three killed my baby
Yeah yeah yeah
The big three killed my baby
No money in my hand again
The big three killed my baby
Nobody's comin' home again
Why don't you take the day off and try to repair
A billion others don't seem to care
Better ideas are stuck in the mud
The motors runnin' on tuckers blood
Don't let em tell you the futures electric
Cause gasoline's no measured in metric
Thirty thousand wheels are spinnin'
And oil company faces are grinnin'
Now my hands are turnin' red
And I found out my baby is dead
Yeah yeah yeah
The big three killed my baby
No money in my hand again
The big three killed my baby
Nobody's comin' home again
Well I've said it now
Nothing's changed
People are burnin' for pocket change
And creative minds are lazy
The big three killed your baby
The big three killed my baby
No money in my hand again
The big three killed my baby
Nobody's comin' home again
And my baby's my common sense
So don't feed me planned obsolescence
Yeah my baby's my common sense
So don't feed me planned obsolescence
I'm about to have another blowout
I'm about to have another blowout
No money in my hand again
The big three killed my baby
Nobody's comin' home again
Their ideas made me want to spit
A hundred dollars goes down the pit
Thirty thousand wheels are rollin'
And my stick shift hands are swollen
Everything involved is shady
The big three killed my baby
Yeah yeah yeah
The big three killed my baby
No money in my hand again
The big three killed my baby
Nobody's comin' home again
Why don't you take the day off and try to repair
A billion others don't seem to care
Better ideas are stuck in the mud
The motors runnin' on tuckers blood
Don't let em tell you the futures electric
Cause gasoline's no measured in metric
Thirty thousand wheels are spinnin'
And oil company faces are grinnin'
Now my hands are turnin' red
And I found out my baby is dead
Yeah yeah yeah
The big three killed my baby
No money in my hand again
The big three killed my baby
Nobody's comin' home again
Well I've said it now
Nothing's changed
People are burnin' for pocket change
And creative minds are lazy
The big three killed your baby
The big three killed my baby
No money in my hand again
The big three killed my baby
Nobody's comin' home again
And my baby's my common sense
So don't feed me planned obsolescence
Yeah my baby's my common sense
So don't feed me planned obsolescence
I'm about to have another blowout
I'm about to have another blowout
Writer: JOHN ANTHONY WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Suzy Lee
There's a story
I would like to tell
My problem is
It's one you know too well
It's one you know too well
Ms. Suzy Lee
The one I'm speaking of
The question is
Is she the one I love?
Is she the one I love? (Alright)
Is she the one I love?
Is she the one I love?
She sent me flowers
With her tears burned inside
And you know what I'd do
I would run and hide
I would run and hide
And the paper
On it was my name
With the question
Do you feel the same?
Do you feel the same? (Alright)
To end this tale
The one I'm speaking of
I wish I had an answer but I just don't know
Is this really love?
Is this really love? (Yeah)
Is this really love?
Is this really love?
I would like to tell
My problem is
It's one you know too well
It's one you know too well
Ms. Suzy Lee
The one I'm speaking of
The question is
Is she the one I love?
Is she the one I love? (Alright)
Is she the one I love?
Is she the one I love?
She sent me flowers
With her tears burned inside
And you know what I'd do
I would run and hide
I would run and hide
And the paper
On it was my name
With the question
Do you feel the same?
Do you feel the same? (Alright)
To end this tale
The one I'm speaking of
I wish I had an answer but I just don't know
Is this really love?
Is this really love? (Yeah)
Is this really love?
Is this really love?
Writer: Jack White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Sugar Never Tasted So Good
Sugar never tasted so good
Sugar never tasted so good
Sugar never tasted good to me, yeah
Until her eyes crossed over
Until her mind crossed over
Until her soul fell next to me
Now
If the wrinkle that is in your brain
Has given you quite a sting
Your fingers have become a crane
Pulling on these puppet strings
Yeah
What a feeling that's begun
What a feeling that's begun
What a feeling that's begun
What a feeling that's begun
Alright
I felt just like a baby
Until I held a baby
What a fool this boy can be, yeah
And her thoughts like a daisy's
How my mind gets lazy
I must have been crazy not to see
Alright
If the wrinkle that is in your brain
Has given you quite a sting
Your fingers have become a crane
Your fingers have become a crane
Your fingers have become a crane
Pulling on these puppet strings
Water never tasted so good
Water never tasted so good
Water never tasted good to me
Sugar never tasted so good
Sugar never tasted good to me, yeah
Until her eyes crossed over
Until her mind crossed over
Until her soul fell next to me
Now
If the wrinkle that is in your brain
Has given you quite a sting
Your fingers have become a crane
Pulling on these puppet strings
Yeah
What a feeling that's begun
What a feeling that's begun
What a feeling that's begun
What a feeling that's begun
Alright
I felt just like a baby
Until I held a baby
What a fool this boy can be, yeah
And her thoughts like a daisy's
How my mind gets lazy
I must have been crazy not to see
Alright
If the wrinkle that is in your brain
Has given you quite a sting
Your fingers have become a crane
Your fingers have become a crane
Your fingers have become a crane
Pulling on these puppet strings
Water never tasted so good
Water never tasted so good
Water never tasted good to me
Writer: Jack White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Wasting My Time
And if i'm wasting my time
then nothing could be better
than hanging on the line
and waiting for an honest word forever
And if you're saying goodbye
please don't you think me bitter
for recalling every rhyme
from the book the page
the line the word the letter
Well the windows turning blue
and the waters ever flowing
and i hope i'm not a fool
for laughing at myself
as you are going
then nothing could be better
than hanging on the line
and waiting for an honest word forever
And if you're saying goodbye
please don't you think me bitter
for recalling every rhyme
from the book the page
the line the word the letter
Well the windows turning blue
and the waters ever flowing
and i hope i'm not a fool
for laughing at myself
as you are going
Writer: JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Cannon
Outside
My door
Unlocked
I'm lookin'
At this sound
That chime out of nowhere
Yeah, nowhere
Whoo
Wheels turnin'
Scratchin'
And burnin'
Yeah
I fought guns
Tanks
Cannon
Cannon
Yeah
Tell me who's that writin'
John the revelator
Tell me who's that writin'
John the revelator
Tell me who's that writin'
John the revelator
Wrote the book on the seven seas
Christ went down on Easter mornin'
Mary mother went down to see it
Gotta tell my disciples to meet me in Galilee
Who's writin'
John the revelator
Tell me who's that writin'
John the revelator
Tell me who's that writin'
John the revelator
Wrote the book on the seven seas
Hey
Whoo
Lord above
I command
I've been evil
Evil
Yeah
Evil
My door
Unlocked
I'm lookin'
At this sound
That chime out of nowhere
Yeah, nowhere
Whoo
Wheels turnin'
Scratchin'
And burnin'
Yeah
I fought guns
Tanks
Cannon
Cannon
Yeah
Tell me who's that writin'
John the revelator
Tell me who's that writin'
John the revelator
Tell me who's that writin'
John the revelator
Wrote the book on the seven seas
Christ went down on Easter mornin'
Mary mother went down to see it
Gotta tell my disciples to meet me in Galilee
Who's writin'
John the revelator
Tell me who's that writin'
John the revelator
Tell me who's that writin'
John the revelator
Wrote the book on the seven seas
Hey
Whoo
Lord above
I command
I've been evil
Evil
Yeah
Evil
Writer: JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Astro
One two three four
Maybe Jasper does the astro
Maybe Jasper does the astro
Maybe Jasper does the astro
Astro
Maybe Lily does the astro
Maybe Lily does the astro
Maybe Lily does the astro
Astro
Maybe Jackson does the astro
Maybe Jackson does the astro
Maybe Jackson does the astro
Astro
Maybe Momma does the astro
Maybe Momma does the astro
Maybe Momma does the astro
Astro
Maybe Tessler does the astro
Maybe Tessler does the astro
Maybe Allison is ac dc
Maybe Jasper does the astro
Maybe Jasper does the astro
Maybe Jasper does the astro
Astro
Maybe Lily does the astro
Maybe Lily does the astro
Maybe Lily does the astro
Astro
Maybe Jackson does the astro
Maybe Jackson does the astro
Maybe Jackson does the astro
Astro
Maybe Momma does the astro
Maybe Momma does the astro
Maybe Momma does the astro
Astro
Maybe Tessler does the astro
Maybe Tessler does the astro
Maybe Allison is ac dc
Writer: JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Broken Bricks
Have you been to the broken bricks girl
Snuck down through the cyclone fence
Past the caution tape
And the security gate
Back way to the break room bench
Well there's a little corner
Where you first got kissed
And felt your boyfriends fist
And made the company list
And there's a little spot
Where your dad ate lunch
And your brother landed his first punch yeah,yeah,yeah
Well have you been to the broken bricks girl
Seen the barrels that they left behind
Seen the machine
That cut aluminum clean
And got tape from the caution sign
And broke into the window panes
Just a rusty colored rain
That drives a man insane
You try to jump over water
But you land in oil
Climb the ladder up a broken crane
Yeah,yeah,yeah
Don't go to the broken bricks girl
It's not a place that you want to be
Think of the spot your father spent his life
Demolition calls it
Building see
Demolition calls it
Building see now
Demolition calls it
Building see now
Snuck down through the cyclone fence
Past the caution tape
And the security gate
Back way to the break room bench
Well there's a little corner
Where you first got kissed
And felt your boyfriends fist
And made the company list
And there's a little spot
Where your dad ate lunch
And your brother landed his first punch yeah,yeah,yeah
Well have you been to the broken bricks girl
Seen the barrels that they left behind
Seen the machine
That cut aluminum clean
And got tape from the caution sign
And broke into the window panes
Just a rusty colored rain
That drives a man insane
You try to jump over water
But you land in oil
Climb the ladder up a broken crane
Yeah,yeah,yeah
Don't go to the broken bricks girl
It's not a place that you want to be
Think of the spot your father spent his life
Demolition calls it
Building see
Demolition calls it
Building see now
Demolition calls it
Building see now
Writer: JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
When I Hear My Name
When I hear my name
I want to disappear
Woah oh oh
Woah oh oh
Woah oh oh
When I see my face
I want to disappear
Woah oh oh
Woah oh oh
Woah oh oh
When I see my face
I want to disappear
Woah oh oh
Woah oh oh
Ooh
When I hear my name
I want to disappear
Woah oh oh
Woah oh oh
Woah oh oh
I want to disappear
Woah oh oh
Woah oh oh
Woah oh oh
When I see my face
I want to disappear
Woah oh oh
Woah oh oh
Woah oh oh
When I see my face
I want to disappear
Woah oh oh
Woah oh oh
Ooh
When I hear my name
I want to disappear
Woah oh oh
Woah oh oh
Woah oh oh
Writer: Jack White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Do
Well somebody walked up to me
But I didn't know what to do
And then somebody said hello to me
But I didn't know what to do
Because I think
That my words will get twisted
So I bend my back over
Take a gulp
Be funny
Cause I know there's nothin' I can do
Then my mother tried to pick me up
As I was sittin' down on the ground
Something forced my little eyes come open
But I couldn't make out the sound
It doesn't matter cause my eyes are lyin'
And they don't have emotion
Don't want to be social
Can't take it when they hate me
But I know there's nothin' I can do
When my thoughts start to feel like mine
They're taken from me
It seems to happen every time
And the feelings that are fine for you
There's somebody there who doesn't think they are true
So think of something new
There's nothing left to do
And then my idols walk next to me
I look up at them they fade away
Its a destruction of a mystery
The more I listen to what they say
So does that mean that's there's no more doin'
And there's no more thinkin'
And there's no more feelin'
Cause there's no right opinion
So can you tell me what I'm supposed to do
But I didn't know what to do
And then somebody said hello to me
But I didn't know what to do
Because I think
That my words will get twisted
So I bend my back over
Take a gulp
Be funny
Cause I know there's nothin' I can do
Then my mother tried to pick me up
As I was sittin' down on the ground
Something forced my little eyes come open
But I couldn't make out the sound
It doesn't matter cause my eyes are lyin'
And they don't have emotion
Don't want to be social
Can't take it when they hate me
But I know there's nothin' I can do
When my thoughts start to feel like mine
They're taken from me
It seems to happen every time
And the feelings that are fine for you
There's somebody there who doesn't think they are true
So think of something new
There's nothing left to do
And then my idols walk next to me
I look up at them they fade away
Its a destruction of a mystery
The more I listen to what they say
So does that mean that's there's no more doin'
And there's no more thinkin'
And there's no more feelin'
Cause there's no right opinion
So can you tell me what I'm supposed to do
Writer: Jack White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Screwdriver
Tuesday mornin' now
I gotta have somewhere to go
I call up Tommy now
I call him on the telephone
Oh won't you wake up and come with me now
I'm going to the pawn and loan
Walkin' down thirty three
Walkin' down thirty oh
What am I supposed to think
I love people like a brother now
But I'm not gonna be their mother now
What if someone walked up to me
And
Like and apple cut right through me
I'm no just gonna stand their grinnin'
Cause I'm not the one who's sinnin'
Screwdriver
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Now that you have heard my story now
I got a little endin' to it now
Whenever you go out alone
Take a little dog a bone
And think about your little sister
And then you gotta drive it home
Screwdriver
I got a little feeling goin' now x11
Now now
I gotta have somewhere to go
I call up Tommy now
I call him on the telephone
Oh won't you wake up and come with me now
I'm going to the pawn and loan
Walkin' down thirty three
Walkin' down thirty oh
What am I supposed to think
I love people like a brother now
But I'm not gonna be their mother now
What if someone walked up to me
And
Like and apple cut right through me
I'm no just gonna stand their grinnin'
Cause I'm not the one who's sinnin'
Screwdriver
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Now that you have heard my story now
I got a little endin' to it now
Whenever you go out alone
Take a little dog a bone
And think about your little sister
And then you gotta drive it home
Screwdriver
I got a little feeling goin' now x11
Now now
Writer: Jack White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
One More Cup Of Coffee
Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie.
But I don't sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above.
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.
Your daddy he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade
He oversees his kingdom
So no stranger does intrude
His voice it trembles as he calls out
For another plate of food
One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below
Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself
You've never learned to read or write
There's no books upon your shelf.
And your pleasure knows no limits
Your voice is like a meadowlark
But your heart is like an ocean
Mysterious and dark
One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie.
But I don't sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above.
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.
Your daddy he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade
He oversees his kingdom
So no stranger does intrude
His voice it trembles as he calls out
For another plate of food
One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below
Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself
You've never learned to read or write
There's no books upon your shelf.
And your pleasure knows no limits
Your voice is like a meadowlark
But your heart is like an ocean
Mysterious and dark
One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below
Writer: Bob Dylan, Dylan Bob
Copyright: Lyrics © AUDIAM, INC
Copyright: Lyrics © AUDIAM, INC
Little People
There's a little girl who says bing bing bomb
There's a little girl who says bing bing bomb
Hello
Oh, oh
There's a little boy with a spider in his hand
There's a little boy with a spider in his hand
Hello
Oh, oh
There's a little girl with the red shoes on
There's a little girl with the red shoes on
Hello
Oh, oh
There's a little boy with twenty five cents
There's a little boy with twenty five cents
Hello
Oh, oh
And there's a little girl with a tiger on her bed
There's a little girl with a tiger on her bed
Hello
Oh, oh
There's a little boy with nothin' on his mind
There's a little boy with nothin' on his mind
Hello
There's a little girl who says bing bing bomb
Hello
Oh, oh
There's a little boy with a spider in his hand
There's a little boy with a spider in his hand
Hello
Oh, oh
There's a little girl with the red shoes on
There's a little girl with the red shoes on
Hello
Oh, oh
There's a little boy with twenty five cents
There's a little boy with twenty five cents
Hello
Oh, oh
And there's a little girl with a tiger on her bed
There's a little girl with a tiger on her bed
Hello
Oh, oh
There's a little boy with nothin' on his mind
There's a little boy with nothin' on his mind
Hello
Writer: JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Slicker Drips
They're lookin' at me
No where to go
And what they're sayin'
Just don't know
A floor below me
A ceiling above
And I'm in the middle
With nobody to love
Nobody to love
Nobody to love
Nobody to love
They're lookin' at me
Nowhere to go
I hear what they're sayin'
I just don't know
With a floor below you now
A ceiling above
You're in the middle
With nobody to love
Nobody to love
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
No where to go
And what they're sayin'
Just don't know
A floor below me
A ceiling above
And I'm in the middle
With nobody to love
Nobody to love
Nobody to love
Nobody to love
They're lookin' at me
Nowhere to go
I hear what they're sayin'
I just don't know
With a floor below you now
A ceiling above
You're in the middle
With nobody to love
Nobody to love
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Writer: Jack White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
St. James Infirmary Blues
Folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary,
See my baby there;
She's stretched out on a long, white table,
She's so sweet, so cold, so fair.
Let her go, let her go, God bless her,
Wherever she may be,
She will search this wide world over,
But she'll never find another sweet man like me.
Now, when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches,
Put on a box-back coat and a stetson hat,
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain,
So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat.
Folks, now that you have heard my story,
Say, boy, hand me another shot of that booze;
If anyone should ask you,
Tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues.
See my baby there;
She's stretched out on a long, white table,
She's so sweet, so cold, so fair.
Let her go, let her go, God bless her,
Wherever she may be,
She will search this wide world over,
But she'll never find another sweet man like me.
Now, when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches,
Put on a box-back coat and a stetson hat,
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain,
So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat.
Folks, now that you have heard my story,
Say, boy, hand me another shot of that booze;
If anyone should ask you,
Tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues.
Writer: JOE PRIMROSE, IRVING MILLS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
I Fought Piranhas
Well i hold the rope
and i hold the sail
and i kept my papers
to keep from land in jail
and i fought piranhas
and i fought the cold
there was noone with me
i was all alone
Well it's easter morning now
and there's noone around
so i unroll the cement
and walk into the town
there was noone with me
and i was all alone
and i fought piranhas
and i fought the cold
Well you know what it's like
i don't got to tell you
who puts up a fight
walking out of hell now
when you fought piranhas
and you fought the cold
there's nobody with you
and you're all alone
and i hold the sail
and i kept my papers
to keep from land in jail
and i fought piranhas
and i fought the cold
there was noone with me
i was all alone
Well it's easter morning now
and there's noone around
so i unroll the cement
and walk into the town
there was noone with me
and i was all alone
and i fought piranhas
and i fought the cold
Well you know what it's like
i don't got to tell you
who puts up a fight
walking out of hell now
when you fought piranhas
and you fought the cold
there's nobody with you
and you're all alone
Writer: Jack White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
The White Stripes is the debut studio album by American rock duo the White Stripes, released on June 15, 1999. The album was produced by Jim Diamond and vocalist/guitarist Jack White, recorded in January 1999 at Ghetto Recorders and Third Man Studios in Detroit. White dedicated the album to deceased blues musician Son House.
Performed By:
The White StripesGenre(s): Blues rock, garage rock revival, punk blues
Producer(s): Jack White, Jim Diamond
Length: 43:38
Released: June 15th, 1999
Year: 1999