Lyrics:

(M. Jagger/K. Richards)



Yeah, mama and papa told me

I was crazy to stay

I was gay in New York

A fag in L.A.

So I saved my money

And I took a plane

Wherever I go they treat me the same



When the whip comes down

When the whip comes down

When the whip comes down

When the whip comes down



I'm going down fifty-third street

And they're spitting in my face

I'm learning the ropes

Yeah I'm learning a trade

The east river truckers

Are churning with trash

I make so much money

That I'm spending so fast



When the whip comes down

When the whip comes down

When the whip comes down

When the whip comes down

When the shit hits the fan

I'll be sitting on the can

When the whip comes down



Yeah, some called me garbage

When I was sleeping on the street

I never roll

And I never cheat

I'm filling a need

I'm plugging a hole

My mama's so glad

I ain't on the dole



When the whip comes down

When the whip comes down

When the whip comes down

When the whip comes down

(Yeah, go ahead check it out)



Yeah, baby, when the whip comes down

When the whip comes down

(I'll be running this town, I'll tell you)

When the shit hits the fan

I'll be sittin on the can