Midnight Rambler

Composers: Mick Jagger & Keith Richards 
Recording: Olympic Sound Studios, London February-March 1969
Performed onstage: 1969-73, 1975-76, 1989-90, 1995, 1999, 2002-03, 2005-07

 

Vocals: Mick Jagger
Electric guitar: Keith Richards
Slide electric guitar: Keith Richards
Drums: Charlie Watts 
Bass: Bill Wyman
Harmonica: Mick Jagger
Congas: Brian Jones
 

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 about warning
Wrapped up in a black cat cloak
He don't go in the light of the morning
He's split the time the cockerel crows

Talking about the midnight gambler
The one you've never seen before
Yeah, I'm talking about the midnight gambler
Did you see him jump the garden wall?

He's sighing down the wind so sadly
Listen and you'll hear him moan
Yeah, well I'm talking about the midnight gambler
Everybody got to go

Yes

Did you hear about the midnight rambler?
Well, honey, it's no rock & roll show
Well I'm a-talking about the midnight gambler
Yeah, the one you've never seen before

Don't do that...
Don't you do that...
Oh don't do that...

Well you heard about the Boston...
Honey, it's not one of those...
Well talking about the midnight...
The one who closed the bedroom door

I'm called the hit-and-run, rape-her-in-anger
The knife sharpened, tiptoe
Or just that shoot-'em-dead, green bell jangler
You know, the one you've never seen before

So if you ever meet the midnight rambler
Crawling down your marble hall
Well he's pouncing like a proud black panther, yeah
You can say I told you so

Well, won't you listen for the midnight rambler, yeah?
Yeah, play it easy as you go
I'm going to smash down all your plate glass windows
Put a fist, put a fist through your steel plate door

Did you hear about the midnight rambler?
He'll leave his footprints up and down your hall
Did you hear about the midnight gambler?
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'm going easy with your cold fandango
I'll stick my knife right down your throat - baby, and it hurts...