The Rolling Stones - Tumbling Dice - Live at Racket, NYC

Ooh, ooh-ooh People think I'm crazy, always tryin' to waste me Make me burn the candle right down Baby, I can't stay I don't need your jewels in my crown 'Cause all you ladies are low down gamblers Cheatin' like I don't know how Baby, I can't stay There's fever in the funk house now This low down bitchin' got my poor feet a-itchin' Don't you know the deuce is still wild? Baby, I can't stay You got to roll me Call me the tumbling dice Always in a hurry, never stop to worry Don't see the time flashin' by Honey, I got no (money) I'm sixes and sevens and nines Say now, baby, I'm the rank outsider You can be my partner in crime Baby, I can't stay You got to roll me, call me the tumbling Roll me, call me the tumbling dice Alright Say now, baby, I'm the lone crap shooter Playin' the field all night Baby, I can't stay You got to roll me, call me the tumbling (Roll me) and call me the tumbling dice Yeah You got to roll me You got to roll me You got to roll me Got to roll me Yeah, keep on rollin' me, darling Keep on rollin' me Keep on rollin' Keep on rollin' Keep on rollin' Keep on rollin' Thank you Thank you Thank you very much Are you having a good time?