Rolling Stones – (I Cant Get No) Satisfaction 0

I’m talkin’ bout the midnight rambler
An everybody got to go
Well I’m a talkin’ bout the midnight gambler
The one you never seen before
I’m sighin’ in the wind so sadly
Listen and you’ll hear me moan
Well I’m a talkin’ bout the midnight rambler
An everybody got to go

Talkin’ bout 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 leave the light of this morning’
I split the time the cock’rel crow

I’m talkin’ about the midnight rambler
Well honey it’s no rock’n’roll show
Well I’m a talkin’ bout the midnight gambler
An everybody got to go

Oh don’t do that, oh don’t do that
Oh don’t do that, oh don’t do that
Oh don’t do that, oh don’t do that
Oh don’t do that, oh don’t do that

Well you heard about the Boston…
Honey, it’s not one of those…
Talkin’ bout the midnight… Shh…
Did ya see me jump the bedroom door…
I’m called a hit-n-run raper, in anger…
Or just a knife-sharpened tippie-toe…
Or just a shoot-em-dead, brain-bell jangler
Everybody got to go

If ya ever see the midnight rambler
An he’s standing down your marble hall
An he’s pouncing like a proud black panther
You should say that I told you so
If you ever saw the midnight rambler
Play it easy, easy as you go
I’m gon’ smash down all your plate glass windows
Put my fist through you steel-plated doors

Well I’m a talkin’ bout the midnight rambler
The one you never seen before
Well I’m a talkin’ bout the midnight rambler
Did you see me jump you 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