Women think Im tasty, but theyre always tryin to waste me
And make me burn the candle right down,
But baby, baby, I dont need no jewels in my crown.
cause all you women is low down gamblers,
Cheatin like I dont know how,
But baby, baby, theres 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 cant stay, you got to roll me
And call me the tumblin dice.
Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry,
Dont you see the time flashin by.
Honey, got no money,
Im all sixes and sevens and nines.
Say now, baby, Im the rank outsider,
You can be my partner in crime.
But baby, I cant stay,
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin,
Roll me and call me the tumblin dice.
Oh, my, my, my, Im the lone crap shooter,
Playin the field evry night.
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comBaby, cant 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)