| Rolling Stones - Tumbling Dice | |
| (Jagger/Richards) | |
| People think I'm tasty, but they're always tryin' to waste me | |
| And make me burn the candle right down, | |
| But baby, baby, Don't need no jewels in my crown. | |
| 'Cause all you women is low down gamblers, | |
| Cheatin' like I don't know how, | |
| But baby, baby, there's fever in the funk house now. | |
| This low down bitchin' got my poor feet a itchin', | |
| You know you know the duece is still wild. | |
| Baby, I can't stay, you got to roll me | |
| And call me the tumblin' dice. | |
| Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry, | |
| Don't you see the time flashin' by. | |
| Honey, got no money, | |
| I'm all sixes and sevens and nines. | |
| Say now, baby, I'm the rank outsider, | |
| You can be my partner in crime. | |
| But baby, I can't stay, | |
| You got to roll me and call me the tumblin', | |
| Roll me and call me the tumblin' dice. | |
| Oh, my, my, my, I'm the lone crap shooter, | |
| Playin' the field ev'ry night. | |
| Baby, can't stay, | |
| You got to roll me | |
| And call me the tumblin' dice, (Call me the tumblin') | |
| Got to roll me, Got to roll me | |
| Got to roll me (Oh yeah) | |
| Got to roll me. Got to roll me | |
| Got to roll me ( Keep on rolling, Keep on rolling)... | |
| Got to roll me... |