Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Rolling Stones
Performer
Mick Jagger
Vocals
Keith Richards
Guitar
Mick Taylor
Guitar
Charlie Watts
Drums
Nicky Hopkins
Piano
Jimmy Miller
Percussion
Ian Stewart
Piano
Billy Preston
Piano
Chuck Findley
Trumpet
Jim Horn
Flute
Bobby Keys
Tenor Saxophone
Pascal
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mick Jagger
Songwriter
Keith Richards
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carlton Lee
Assistant Recording Engineer
Howard Kilgour
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jimmy Miller
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Baby, baby, I've been so sad since you've been gone
Way back to New York City where you do belong
Honey, I miss your two-tongue kisses, legs wrapped around me tight
If I ever get back to Fun City, girl, I'm gonna make you scream all night
[Verse 2]
Honey, honey, call me on the telephone
I know you're moving out to Hollywood with your can of tasty foam
All those beat-up friends of mine have got you written in their books
Lead guitars and movie stars get their tongues beneath your hood
[Verse 3]
Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
[Verse 4]
Yeah, I heard about your Polaroids, now that's what I call obscene
Your tricks with fruit was kinda cute, I bet you keep your pussy clean
Honey, I miss your two-tongue kisses, legs wrapped around me tight
If I ever get back to New York, ma, I'm gonna make you scream all night
[Verse 5]
Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
Star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
Yes you are, yes you are, yes you are!
[Verse 6]
Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you for giving head to Steve McQueen
Yeah, you and me, we made a pretty pair falling through the silver screen
Honey, I'm open to anything, I don't know where to draw the line
But I'll make a bet that you're gonna get John Wayne before he dies
[Verse 7]
Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
Yeah! A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
Yes you are!
(A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star) Ah yeah
(A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star) Mmm ah yeah
Yeah! A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star, whoo!
A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, yes you are
[Verse 8]
Give us a kiss
Let's twist
Come on, little girl
Give it a whirl
Give it a whirl
Written by: Keith Richards, Mick Jagger