SINGER: Rolling Stones, the

SONG:Midnight Rambler, Live Version

Talkin' ‘bout the midnight rambler
everybody got to go
talkin' ‘bout the midnight gambler
the one you've never seen before
sighin' down the wind so sadly
listen and you'll hear him moan
talkin' about the midnight gambler
everybody got to go
talkin' about the midnight rambler
the one you've never seen before
talkin' about the midnight gambler
did you see him jump the garden wall he don't give a hoot of warning
wrapped up in a black cat cloak
he don't go in the light of the morning
he split the time the cock'rel crows

did you hear about the midnight rambler
well, honey, it's no rock 'n' roll show
well, i'm talkin' about the midnight gambler
yeah, everybody got to go
(oh don't do that, oh don't do that, oh don't do that
don't you do that, don't you do that (repeat)
oh don't do that, oh don't do that)
Well you heard about the boston...
honey, it's not one of those
well, talkin' 'bout the midnight...sh...
did you see him jump the bedroom door
i'm called the hit-and-run raper in anger
or just the knife-sharpened tippie-toe...
or just the shoot 'em dead, brainbell jangler
everybody got to go
So if you ever meet the midnight rambler
coming down your marble hall
well he's pouncing like proud black panther
well, you can say i, i told you so
well, don't you listen for the midnight rambler
play it easy, as you go
i'm gonna smash down all your plate glass windows
put a fist, put a fist through your steel-plated door
Talkin' about the midnight rambler
the one you've never seen before
well i'm talkin' ‘bout the midnight gambler
and did you see me make my midnight call
And if you ever catch the midnight rambler
i'll steal your mistress from under your nose
i'll go easy with your cold fanged anger
i'll stick my knife right down your throat, baby
and it hurts!