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 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 roll me And call me the tumbling dice 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 roll me and call me the tumbling Roll me and call me the tumbling dice Oh my my my, I'm the lone crap shooter Playin' in the field every night Baby, can't stay You got to roll me and call me the tumbling Roll me and call me the tumbling dice Got to roll me Got to roll me ...