The Rolling Stones - Tumbling Dice - Live At The El Mocambo 1977

People think I'm crazy, others saying I'm lazy And make me burn the candle right down But baby, baby, I don't need no jewels in my crown All you ladies is low down hustlers Cheatin' like I don't know how But baby, I said baby, there's fever in the funk house now This low down bitchin' got my poor feet a-itchin' You know, you know the deuce is still wild Baby, baby, you got to roll me And call me the tumbling dice Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry Don't see the time flashin' by Honey, I got no money I'm all sixes and sevens and nines O now, baby, I'm a lone craps shooter Playing in alley all night Baby, I can't stay You got to roll me You got to roll me and call me the tumbling dice Am I, Am I'm the lone craps shooter Playing the field every night Baby, get it straight You got to roll me You got to You got to You got to Got to roll me (Call me the tumbling dice) Got to roll me Keep on roling, ah Keep on roling, ah Keep on, keep it on rolling Keep on, keep it on rolling Keep on, keep it on rolling