Women think I´m tasty, but they´re always tryin´ to waste me And make me burn the candle right down,
But baby, baby, I don´t need no jewels in my crown. ´Cause all you women is low down gamblers, Cheatin´ like I don´t know how, But baby, baby, there´s fever in the funk house now. This low down bitchin´ got my poor feet a itchin´, You know you know the duece is still wild.
Baby, I can´t stay, you got to roll me And call me the tumblin´ dice.
Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry, Don´t you see the time flashin´ by. Honey, got no money, I´m all sixes and sevens and nines. Say now, baby, I´m the rank outsider, You can be my partner in crime.
But baby, I can´t stay,v You got to roll me and call me the tumblin´, Roll me and call me the tumblin´ dice. Oh, my, my, my, I´m the lone crap shooter, playin´ the field ev´ry night.
Baby, can´t stay, You got to roll me and call me the tumblin´ (dice), Roll me and call me the tumblin´ (Got to roll me.) dice.