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[Intro, Mick Jagger, spoken]
Spotlight on Keith's ass
Spotlight on Stew's ass
Well, I'm talkin' about the midnight rambler.....
[Verse]
I'm talkin' about the midnight rambler
The one you never seen before
Well, I'm talkin' about the midnight gambler
Did you see me jump the garden wall?
Sighin' down the wind so sadly
Listen and you'll hear me moan
Well, I'm talkin' about the midnight rambler
And everybody got to go
Yeah!
[Verse]
Well, I'm talkin' about the midnight gambler
The one you never seen before
Well, I'm talkin' about the midnight rambler
Did you see me jump the garden wall?
I don't give a shit of a warning
Dressed up in a black cat cloak
I don't keep the light of the morning
I split the time the cock'rel crow
Woo!
[Verse]
I'm talkin' about the midnight rambler
Well, honey, it's no rock 'n' roll show
Well, I'm talkin' about the midnight gambler
Everybody got to go
Woo!
Woo!
Shake 'em on down
Shake 'em on down
Woo! Yeah, that's all right
Yeah, that's all right
Woo!
Yeah...that's all right
Woo! Come on, Chuck
Woo! Woo! Woo!
Well, baby, shake 'em on down now
Don't do that, don't do that, don't do that, don't do that
Don't do that, don't do that, don't do that, don't do that
Yeah
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah, baby
Ooooh, get down on me, baby
Get down on me, baby
Go down on me, baby
I want you to get down on me, honey, right now
I bet you want me to get down on my knees for you, baby
Ow! Oh, yeah, that's all right, that's all right
[Verse]
Well, you heard about the Boston...
Well, honey, it’s not one of those…
Well, I'm just talkin' 'bout the midnight...
Did you see me shut 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, woo!
If you ever meet the midnight rambler
And he's comin' down your marble hall
And he's pouncing like proud black panther
Yeah, you can say, you can say I told you so
Ahh, won't you listen for the midnight rambler
Easy, easy as you go
I'm gonna smash down all your plate glass windows
Put my fist through your steel-plated door
Woo! Come on down
Let's go, Charlie
[Verse]
Well, I'm talkin' about the midnight rambler
Yeah yeah, everybody got to go
And I'm talkin' about your midnight rambler
Did you see me jump your bedroom wall?
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
Put my knife right down your throat
Woo! Woo! Thank you
Midnight Rambler (Live At The Roundhouse / 1971) was written by Keith Richards & Mick Jagger.