Wom en think I'm tasty but they're always tryin' to waste me
And make me burn the candle right down
But baby , ba by, I do n't need no jewels in my crown
Cos all you women is low down gamblers
Cheatin like I don't know how
But baby, baby, there's fever in the funkhouse now
This low down bitchin' got my poor feet aitchin'
You know, you know the deuce is still wild
Baby, I can't stay
You got to r oll me
And ca ll me the tumbling d ice
Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry
Do you see the time flashing by
Honey, got no money, I'm all sixes, 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 ro ll me and ca ll me the tumbling
Roll me and call me the tumbling d ice
Oh my my my, I'm the lone crap shooter
Playin' in the field every night
Baby, can't stay
You got to rol l me and ca ll me the tumbling
Ro ll me and c all me the tumbling di ce
Got to ro ll m e
Got to ro ll m e ...