| 歌曲 | Midnight Rambler |
| 歌手 | The Rolling Stones |
| 专辑 | Rolled Gold+:The Very Best of the Rolling Stones |
| 作词 : Jagger, Richards | |
| Lyrics：M.Jagger/K.Richards Music：M.Jagger/K.Richards | |
| 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 cock'rel 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 never seen before | |
| (ad lib) | |
| Well you heard about the Boston... | |
| It's not one of those | |
| Well, talkin' '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! |
| zuò cí : Jagger, Richards | |
| Lyrics: M. Jagger K. Richards Music: M. Jagger K. Richards | |
| 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 cock' rel 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 never seen before | |
| ad lib | |
| Well you heard about the Boston... | |
| It' s not one of those | |
| Well, talkin' ' bout the midnight... sh... | |
| The one that closed the bedroom door | |
| I' m called the hitandrun raper in anger | |
| The knifesharpened tippietoe... | |
| 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 steelplated 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! |