Did you hear about the midnight rambler
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Everybody got to go?
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Did you hear about the midnight rambler
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The one that shut the kitchen door?
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He don’t give a hoot of no warning
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Wrapped up in a black cat cloak
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He don’t go in the light of the morning
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He split the time the cock’rel crows
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Talkin' about the midnight gambler
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The one you never seen before, yeah
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I’m talkin' about the midnight gambler
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Did you see him jump the garden wall?
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Sighin' down the wind so sadly
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Listen and you’ll hear him moan
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Yeah, well, talkin' about the midnight gambler
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Everybody got to go
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Yeah
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Did you hear about the midnight rambler?
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Well, honey, it’s no rock 'n' roll show
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Well, I’m talkin' about the midnight gambler
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Yeah, the one you never seen before
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Don’t do that, don’t do that
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Don’t do that, don’t do that
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Don’t do that, don’t do that
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Don’t do that, don’t do that
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Don’t you do that
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Don’t you do that, don’t you do that
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Don’t you do that, don’t you do that
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Don’t you do that, don’t you do that
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Don’t you do that, don’t you do that
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Don’t you do that, don’t you do that
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Don’t do that (don't you do that)
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Don’t do that (don't you do that)
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Don’t do that (don't you do that)
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Don’t do that (don't you do that)
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(Don't you do that, don’t you do that)
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(Don't you do that, don’t you do that)
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Don’t do that, don’t do that
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Don’t do that, don’t do that
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Don’t do that, don’t do that
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Don’t do that, don’t do that
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Well, you heard about the Boston
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It’s not one of those
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Well, talkin' 'bout the midnight, sh
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The one that closed the bedroom door
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I’m called the hit-and-run raper in anger
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The knife-sharpened tippie-toe
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Or just the shoot 'em dead, brainbell jangler
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You know, the one you never seen before
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So if you ever meet the midnight rambler
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Coming down your marble hall
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Well, he’s pouncing like a proud, black panther
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Well, you can say I, I told you so
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Well, don’t you listen for the midnight rambler, yeah
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You know, play it easy as you go
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I’m gonna smash down all your plate glass windows
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Put a fist, put a fist through your steel-plated door
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Did you hear about the midnight rambler?
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He’ll leave his footprints up and down your hall
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And did you hear about the midnight gambler
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And did you see me make my midnight call?
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And if you ever catch the midnight rambler
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I’ll steal your mistress from under your nose
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I’ll go easy with your cold fanged anger
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I’ll stick my knife right down your throat, baby, and it hurts |