Lyrics: The Rolling Stones. Jiving Sister Fanny.

Jiving Sister Fanny told her man from Philadelphia Pa
Uh huh, huh, huh
He tore down the station, said she didn't like the way we played
Uh huh, huh, huh
If you got a diff'rent guy,
Bitch you better be the one
Hanging from the duties by
The cold grab you by the while
Ooh child, you've got me walking down a broad highway
Uh huh, huh, huh

Now Jiving Sister Fanny's got the brain of a dinosaur
Uh huh, huh, huh
Yeah she hocked my fancy mother
And she hocked my electric guitar
Uh huh, huh, huh
Then she's waiting in the store,
That's the way, the way to go
Now she's found the way to go,
Goodbye Charlie, get your way
Ooh child, you've got me walking down a broad highway

And-a 'come on boy, I want you to fuck'
Ah yeah, ooh, oh yeah come on by

Ooh child, you've got me walking down a broad highway
Uh huh, huh, huh
Yeah yeah, Jiving sister Fanny brought a man down the broad highway
Uh huh, huh, huh
Yeah she even took the question
And she didn't like the games we played
Na na na na na na
Yeah you've got my way around,
You've got me out of town
A man from Philadelphia
Forget about a public house
Ooh child, you've got me walking down a broad highway
Ooh!

Jiving Sister Fanny got the brain of a dinosaur
Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir
Ooh ooh oh, uh huh huh huh
You've got me walking by
A man from Philadelphia
You've got me one about the famous child ....
Ooh na na uh huh huh huh huh
Come on, boy, come on, come on, come on, come on now
Yeah, yeah uh huh huh huh