Midnight Rambler

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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 you a hoot of a 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

I'm talkin' 'bout the midnight gambler

The one you never seen before

Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout the midnight gambler

Did you see him jump the garden wall?

Sighin' down the wind so sadly

Listen and you'll hear him moan

Well, I'm 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

Don't you do that

Don't do that

Don't you do that

Don't you, don't you do that

Don't you, don't you do that

Don't do that

Don't do that

Don't you, don't you do that

Don't you, don't you do that

Don't you do that

Don't you do that

Don't you do that

Don't you do that

Don't you do that

Don't you do that

Don't you do that

Don't you do that

Don't you do that

Don't you do that

Don't you do that

Don't you do that

Don't do that

Don't you do that

Don't you do that

Don't you do that

Don't you, don't you do that

Don't you, don't you do that

Don't you do that

Don't you, don't you 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

Don't do that

Don't do that

Don't do that

Don't do that

Well, you heard about the Boston

It's not one of those

Well, I'm talkin' 'bout the midnight

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

I'm coming down your marble hall

Well, he's pouncing like a proud black panther

Well, you can say I, I told you so

Well, don't 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!

Compositores: Mick Jagger e Keith Richards