Sympathy for the Devil / Chubby's Story

Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year, stole many man's soul and faith
I was round when Jesus Christ had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name
But what's troubling you is the nature of my game
I started in St. Petersburg when I thought it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers; Anastasia screamed in vain
I drove a tank, held a general's rank, when the blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank

Pleased to meet you, won't you guess my name, oh oh
what's troubling you is the nature of my game, oh oh
I shouted out while your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades for the gods they made
I shouted out "Who killed the Kennedys?"
When after all, it was you and me
When you meet me, have some sympathy, some courtesy, and some taste
And I laid traps for troubadours who get killed before they reach Bombay
Pleased to meet you, won't you guess my name, oh oh
what's troubling you is the nature of my game, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh
My name is Popa Chubby and I come from New York
I was a young boy, only seventeen
Went downtown to make the scene
Took the 7 train all the way from Flushing
White high tops, heart was rushing
Went to the bowery number 315
Man there lookin ata magazine
It said punk on the cover
He didn’t lool up
Went outside and my ears stood up
Standing over by the record machine was a drag queen looking like a drag king
When I saw that beautiful thing, I made a sound that made the colored girls sing
Doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Well the years they went and the years they passed
Went around having a blast
Sae some Beastie Boys, saw some Bad Brains
Playing sounds on Avenue A
So much drama in the NYC
Hard being P-O Popa Chubby
So hard being used
White boy had to sing them blues
Transition was my ignition
Left me in a chronic condition
Left that wild man on the loose
Heard about sippin on gin and juice
Rollin down the street smokin endo, sippin on gin and juice

I was laid back, like that
Rollin down the street smokin endo, I was sippin on gin and juice
Doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
From the East coast to the West coast
I ain't never been one to boast
Bed Stuy, East LA, all them kids got something to say
Lou and Rachel, Snoop and Jay, BB King and Dr Dre
Making them hits like there ain't no chance
From New York to Paris, France
Colored girls singing gin and juice
White boy don’t need no excuse
P to the O to the P to the A
Popa Chubby in the house today
Oh oh, oh oh