Mick's skin is like hand-tooled leather, but his pelvis is hot to trot.
Keith's hands are like the trunks of banyan trees, but he can still pull the blues out of his ax.
Ronnie may be scrawny, but he sure do make that slide weep.
Charlie could be your neighbor's grandpa, but his sticks are still sweet.
By gum, they're still the genu-ine Rolling Stones! Thanks Martin Scorsese, for capturing them in a film can while they're ONLY in their sixties. Nice!