| The Wizard of Oz Version (Superior) |
Original Rolling Stones Version (Stupid) |
| Well, you've got your rubies and you've got your little dog |
Well, you've got your diamonds and you've got your pretty clothes |
| And tornadoes drop you off |
And the chauffeur drives your car |
| You let everybody know |
You let everybody know |
| But don't play with me, or you're flying with monkeys |
But don't play with me, cause you're playing with fire |
| Your auntie she's a farmer, raising goats near witchy-ta |
Your mother she's an heiress, owns a block in Saint John's Wood |
| And your uncle’s under her spell |
And your father'd be there with her |
| Enchanted in toto |
If he only could |
| But don't play with me, or you’re flying with monkeys |
But don't play with me, because you're playing with fire |
| Your wizard asks for broomsticks; his promises hot air |
Your old man took her diamond's and tiaras by the score |
| Now you click your heels on brick roads |
Now she gets her kicks in Stepney |
| Not in Kansas anymore |
Not in Knightsbridge anymore |
| So don't play with me, or you’re flying with monkeys |
So don't play with me, because you're playing with fire |
| Now you walk on rubies and your future’s looking emerald |
Now you've got some diamonds and you will have some others |
But you'd better watch your step, girl
|
But you'd better watch your step, girl |
Or there’ll be no place like home
|
Or start living with your mother |
So don't play with me, or you’re flying with monkeys
|
So don't play with me, cause you're playing with fire |
So don't play with me, or you’re flying with monkeys
|
So don't play with me, cause you're playing with fire |
