Midnight Rambler
Composer(s): Mick Jagger; Keith Richards
Originally performed by: The Rolling Stones
Covered by various other artists



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 cockerel crows 

Talking about the midnight gambler 
The one you never seen before 
Talking about the midnight gambler 
Did you see him jump the garden wall 
Sighing down the wind so sadly 
Listen and you'll hear him moan 
Talking 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 Talking about the midnight gambler 
Yeah, everybody got to go 

Well did you hear about the midnight gambler? 
Well honey its no rock-in' roll show 
Well I'm talking about the midnight gambler 
The one you never seen before 

Oh don't do that, oh don't do that, oh don't do that 
Don't you do that, don't you do that (repeat) 
Oh don't do that, oh don't do that 

Well you heard about the Boston... 
It's not one of those 
Well, Talking 'bout the midnight...sh... 
The one that closed the bedroom door 
I'm called the hit-and-run raper in anger 
The knife-sharpened tippie-toe... 
Or just the shoot 'em dead, brainbell jangler 
You know, the one you never seen before 

So if you ever meet the midnight rambler 
Coming down your marble hall 
Well he's pouncing like proud black panther 
Well, you can say I, I told you so 
Well, don't you listen for the midnight rambler 
Play it easy, as you go 
I'm gonna smash down all your plate glass windows 
Put a fist, put a fist through your steel-plated door 

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 
I'll go easy with your cold fanged anger 
I'll stick my knife right down your throat, baby 
And it hurts!