Text: The Rolling Stones. Midnight Rambler.

Did you hear about the midnight rambler
everybody got to go
Did you hear about the midnight rambler
The one that shut the kitchen door
He don't give a hoot of warning
wrapped up in a black cat cloak
He don't go in the light of the morning
He split the time the cockrel crows

Talkin' about the midnight gambler
The one you never seen before
Talkin' about the midnight gambler
Did you see him jump the garden wall
Sighin down the wind so sad
Listen and you'll hear him moan
Talkin' about the midnight gambler
everybody got to go

Did you hear about the midnight rambler
Well, honey, it's no Rock'n'Roll show
Well, I'm talkin' about the midnight gambler
Yeah, the one you've never seen before

Did you hear about the midnight Rambler
He'll leave his footprints up and down your hall
And did you hear about the midnight gambler
And did you see me make my midnight call

And if you ever catch the midnight rambler
I'll steal your mistress from under your nose
Well, go easy with your cold fandango
I'll stick my knife right down your throat, baby
And it hurts!