(Carly Simon)

What about a holiday, just the eight of us
You and me and all the Stones
Wouldn't want to leave them out
Couldn't find a nice bunch
But you can't expect them to
Navigate the boulevards on their own
Those sweet Rolling Stones
Gosh, we better go hold their hands
While they cross the street

See also:
JustSomeLyrics
53
53.75
Baccini Le Donne Di Modena Lyrics
Mota Eres La Musica En Mi Lyrics