The Rolling Stones - Get Yer Ya-Ya's Out! (Remastered)

Midnight Rambler - Live From Madison Square Garden, New York/1969

Lordy
Wanna have a story about the midnight rambler?
Everybody got to go
I'm talkin' 'bout the midnight rambler
And everybody got to go
Well, I'm a-talkin' about the midnight gambler
The one you've never seen before

I'm sighin' down the wind so sadly
Listen and you'll hear me moan
Well, I'm a talkin' 'bout the midnight gambler
And everybody got to go, yeah

Talkin' about the midnight gambler
The one you never seen before
I'm talkin' 'bout the midnight rambler
Did you see me jump the garden wall?

I don't give you a hoot of a warning
Dressed up in a black cat cloak
I don't need your light of the morning
I've spent my time, the cock will crow
I'm talkin' about the midnight rambler
Well, honey, it's no rock 'n' roll show
Well, I'm a-talkin' about the midnight gambler
Yeah, everybody got to go
Don't do that, don't do that
Don't do that, don't do that
Don't do that, don't do that
I don't do that, oh, don't do that
I don't do that

Well, alright
Oh, yeah, we're alright
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

Well, you heard about the Boston
Honey, it's not one of those
Talkin' 'bout the midnight, sh-
Did you see me jump the bedroom door

I'm called the hit-and-run raper, in anger
Or just a knife-sharpened tippie-toe
Or just shoot 'em dead, brain bell jongleur
Everybody got to go

If you ever meet the midnight rambler
And he's running down your marble hall
And he's pouncing like a proud black panther
You can say, I told you so

If you listen for your midnight rambler
Play it easy, easy, as you go
I'm gonna smash down all your plate glass windows
Put my fist through your steel-plated door
(I'm immature, it's written on my toe)
Well, I been talkin' about the midnight rambler
The one you never seen before
Well, I'm a-talkin' about the midnight rambler
And did you see me jump your garden wall

And if you ever catch the midnight rambler
Steal your mistress from under your nose
Go easy with your cold-fanged anger
I'll stick my knife right down your throat, baby, and it hurts

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Writer(s): Mick Jagger, Keith Richards
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