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,
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, (Call me the tumblin´)
Got to roll me, Got to roll me, Got to roll me (Oh yeah)
Got to roll me. Got to roll me, Got to roll me ( Keep on rolling, Keep on rolling)