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 a man’s soul and faith, And 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 puzzling you, Is the nature of my game. I stuck around St.Petersburg, When I saw it was a time for a change. Killed the czar and his ministers, Anastasia screamed in vain. I rode a tank, Held a general’s rank, When the blitzkrieg raged, And the bodies stank. Pleased to meet you, Hope you guess my name, oh yeah. Ah, what’s puzzling you, Is the nature of my game.
I watched with glee, 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. Let me please introduce myself, I’m a man of wealth and taste. And I laid traps for troubadours, Who get killed before they reached Bombay. Pleased to meet you, Hope you guessed my name. But what’s puzzling you, Is the nature of my game. Just as every cop is a criminal, And all the sinners saints. As heads is tails, Just call me lucifer ’cause I’m in need of some restraint. So if you meet me, Have some courtesy, Have some sympathy, and some taste. Use all your well-learned politesse, Or I’ll lay your soul to waste. Pleased to meet you, Hope you guessed my name, But what’s puzzling you, Is the nature of my game. Tell me baby, what’s my name, Tell me honey, can ya guess my name, Tell me baby, what’s my name, I tell you one time, you’re to blame.

By the time the Rolling Stones began calling themselves the World's Greatest Rock & Roll Band in the late '60s, they had already staked out an impressive claim on the title. As the self-consciously dangerous alternative to the bouncy Merseybeat of the Beatles in the British Invasion, the Stones had pioneered the gritty, hard-driving blues-based rock & roll that came to define hard rock. With his preening machismo and latent maliciousness, Mick Jagger became the prototypical rock frontman, tempering his macho showmanship with a detached, campy irony while Keith Richards and Brian Jones wrote the blueprint for sinewy, interlocking rhythm guitars. Backed by the strong yet subtly swinging rhythm section of bassist Bill Wyman and drummer Charlie Watts, the Stones became the breakout band of the British blues scene.