作曲 : Keith Richards/Mick Jagger
People  think  I'm  tasty,but  they're  always  trying  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,
Cheating  like  I  don't  know  how,
But  baby,baby,there's  fever  in  the  funk  house  now.
This  low  down  bitching  got  my  poor  feet  a  itching,
You  know  you  know  the  duece  is  still  wild.
Baby,I  can't  stay,you  got  to  roll  me
And  call  me  the  tumbling  dice.
Always  in  a  hurry,I  never  stop  to  worry,
Don't  you  see  the  time  flashing  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  tumbling,
Roll  me  and  call  me  the  tumbling  dice.
Oh,my,my,my,I'm  the  lone  crap  shooter,
Playing  the  field  ev'ry  night.
Baby,can't  stay,
You  got  to  roll  me
And  call  me  the  tumbling  dice,（Call  me  the  tumbling）
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...