text: Women think Im tasty
  But theyre always tryin to waste me
  And make me burn the candle right down
  But baby, baby
  Dont need no jewels in my crown
  Cause all you women is low down gamblers
  Cheatin like I dont know how
  But baby, I go crazy
  Theres fever in the funk house now
  This low down bitchin got my poor feet a-itchin
  You know you know the deuce is still wild
  Baby, 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
  Baby, 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 every night
  Baby, cant stay
  You got to roll me and call me the tumblin
  Roll me and call me the tumblin dice
  Got to roll me
  Got to roll me
  Got to roll me
  Got to roll me
  Got to roll me
  Got to roll me
  Got to roll me
  Keep on rolling
  Got to roll me
  Keep on rolling
  Got to roll me
  Keep on rolling
  Got to roll me
  Got to roll me
  Got to roll me
  Got to roll me
  Got to roll me
  Got to roll me
  Got to roll me
  Got to roll me
  Got to roll me