Communal Choogling

Stephen Malkmus: We were just killers with the cold eye of a sailor.

John Fogerty: Workin’ for the man, every night and day.

Mick Jagger: Playing the field every night. Tasty.

Fogerty: Hitched a ride on a riverboat queen.

Jagger: Baby, there's fever in the funk house now.

Malkmus: Oh yeah?

Fogerty: If you come down to the river.

Jagger: Baby, I can’t stay, you got to roll me.

Malkmus: And then it’s off with an arm. No time to pray.

Fogerty: ‘Cause you got no money.

Jagger: Tumbling?

Fogerty: Rolling.

Malkmus: Because the tide is leaving.

Fogerty: I never lost one.

Jagger: I’m all sixes and sevens and nines.

Malkmus: I had to pay the piper with my wedding ring.

Jagger: Women is low-down gamblers.

Malkmus: And many other things.

Fogerty: Pumped a lot. Down in New Orleans. On the river.

Jagger: They’re always trying to waste me.

Malkmus: Countless raids. Steel hooks.

Jagger: You know? Roll me and call me.

Fogerty: One minute of sleeping. Might have been.

Malkmus: After some torture? Yeah.

Jagger: Dice. No jewels in my crown. Poor feet a’itchin’.

Malkmus: Kidnapped?

Fogerty: Left.

Jagger: Oh, my my my. The deuce is still wild. Burn the candle right down. Got to.

Fogerty: Bet you gonna.

Malkmus: Good luck!

Jagger: I never stop to worry.