Midnight Rambler - Live From Madison Square Garden, New York/1969

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 sadly

Listen and you'll hear him moan

Talkin' about the midnight gambler

Everybody got to go

Yeah

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

(Don't you do that)

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 a 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!