Midnight Rambler: The Rolling Stones

I’m a-talkin’ ’bout the midnight rambler
Everybody got to go
Well I’m a-talkin’ ’bout the midnight gambler
The one you never seen before
I’m sighin’ down the wind so sadly
A-listen and you’ll hear me moan
Well I’m a talkin’ ’bout the midnight gambler
And everybody got to go
Talkin’ ’bout the midnight gambler
The one you never seen before
I’m talkin’ ’bout the midnight rambler
Did you see me jump the garden wall
I don’t give you a hoot of warning
Dressed up in my black cat cloak
I don’t see the light of the morning
I’ll split the time the cock’rel crows
I’m tellin’ ’bout the midnight rambler
Well, honey, it’s no rock ‘n’ roll show
Well, I’m a-talkin’ ’bout the midnight gambler
And everybody got to go
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Well, you heard about the Boston
Honey, it’s not one of those
Talkin’ ’bout the midnight…
Did you see me jump bedroom door
I’m called the hit and run raper, in anger
Or just a knife sharpened, tippy toe
Or just a shoot ’em dead, brainbell jongleur
Everybody got to go
If you ever meet the midnight rambler
And he’s prowlin’ down your marble hall
And he’s pouncin’ like a proud black panther
You should say, I told you so
If you listen for the midnight rambler
Play it easy, easy, as you go
I’ll go smash down all your plate glass windows
Put my fist through your stairway doors
Well I’m a-talkin’ bout the midnight rambler
The one you never seen before
Well I’m a-talkin’ bout the midnight rambler
And did you see me jump your garden wall
And if you ever catch the Midnight Rambler
Steal your mistress from under your nose
Go easy with your cold fanged anger
I’ll stick my knife right down your throat baby, and it hurts