Midnight Rambler (Live At The Roundhouse, 1971)

Spotlight on Keith's arse
Spotlight on Stew's arse
Well I'm talking about the midnight rambler
I'm talking about the midnight rambler
The one you never seen before
Well, I'm talkin' about the midnight gambler
Did you see him jump the garden wall?
Sighin' down the wind so sadly
Listen and you'll hear him moan
Well, I'm talkin' about the midnight rambler
And everybody got to go

Well, I'm talking about the midnight gambler
The one you never seen before
Well, I'm talkin' about the midnight gambler
Did you see him jump the garden wall?
He don't give a shoot of warning
Dressed up in a black cat cloak
He don't go in the light of the morning
He split the time the cock'rel
I'm talking about the midnight rambler
Well, honey, it's no rock 'n' roll show
Well, I'm talkin' about the midnight gambler
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
Don't do that, don't do that
Get down on me, baby
Get down on me, baby
Go down on me, baby
I want you go to down on me, right now
I bet you won't get down on my knees, baby
Well, you heard about the Boston...
Well, honey, it's not one of those
Well, I'm just talking 'bout the midnight...
The one that closed the bedroom door
I'm called the hit-and-run raper in anger
Oh just the knife-sharpened tippie-toe...
Or just the shoot 'em dead, brainbell jangler
Everybody got to go

Have you ever seen a midnight rambler
Coming down your marble hall
And he's pouncing like a proud black panther
You can say, you can say
I told you so
Won't you listen for the midnight rambler
Play it easy, as you go
I'm gonna smash down all your plate glass windows
Put my fist, through your steel-plated door
Well, I'm talking about the midnight rambler
Everybody got to go
Well, I'm talking about your midnight rambler
Did you see him jump your garden wall?
And if you ever got a midnight gambler
The one that shut the kitchen door
I'll go easy with your cold fanged anger
I'll put my knife right down your throat