The Rolling Stones — Midnight Rambler Live

[Verse 1] I'm 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 Yeah come on [Verse 2] 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 A-dressed up in my black cat cloak I don't see the light of the morning I'll split the time the cockerel crows [Verse 3] 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 {​Interlude 1}​ Oh don't do that, oh don't do that, oh don't do that Don't do that, don't do that Don't do that, don't do that Oh don't do that, oh don't do that {​Interlude 2} Well alright, oh baby alright Right right right right, right right Right right, right right, right right Right right, right right, right right Right right, right right, right right Right right right right Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah [Verse 4] Well, you heard about the Boston... Honey, it’s not one of those… Talkin' 'bout the midnight...shit 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, brain bell jangler 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 [?] Yeah Yeah [Verse 5] 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