The Rolling Stones
I Ain’t Superstitious
Meet me on the bottom
Bring me my running shoes
When I come out the window
We ain't got time to lose
Well I ain't superstitious
But a black cat crossed my trail
Don't brush me with my broom, Babe
I just might land in jail
Well my right hand itchin', Babe
I get smothered by the shore
Look down you engine, Babe
But somebody got to go
Meet me on the bottom, Babe
Bring me my running shoes
When I come out the window, Babe
We ain't got time to lose
Well I hope you are listening
When I come streaking by
Got a bad old man, Babe
And I'm too young to die
Well I ain't superstitious
But a black cat crossed my trail
Don't brush me with my broom, Babe
I just might land in jail
Dogs been barking
All around my neighborhood
You give a sign, Babe
Ain't do nobody no good