The Rolling Stones - Midnight Rambler

Did you hear about the midnight rambler Everybody got to go Did you hear about the midnight rambler The one that shut the kitchen door 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 Talkin' about the midnight gambler The one you never seen before Talkin' about the midnight gambler Did you see him jump the garden wall Sighin' down the wind so sad Listen and you'll hear him moan Talkin' about the midnight gambler Everybody got to go 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, the one you never seen before (ad lib) Well you heard about the Boston... It's not one of those Well, talkin' 'bout the midnight...sh... The one that closed the bedroom door I'm called the hit-and-run raper in anger The knife-sharpened tippie-toe... Or just the shoot 'em dead, brainbell jangler You know, the one you never seen before 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 Did you hear about the midnight rambler He'll leave his footprints up and down your hall And did you hear about 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!