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. 

`Cause all you women is low down gamblers, 
Cheatin` like I don`t know how, 
But baby, baby, there`s 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 can`t stay, you got to roll me 
And call me the tumblin` dice. 

Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry, 
Don`t you see the time flashin` by. 
Honey, got no money, 
I`m all sixes and 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 tumblin`, 
Roll me and call me the tumblin` dice. 

Oh, my, my, my, I`m the lone crap shooter, 
Playin` the field ev`ry night. 

But baby, I can`t stay, 
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin` dice, (Call me the tumblin`)
Got to roll me (yayes), Got to roll me, Got to roll me (Oh yeah)
Got to roll me. Got to roll me, (yeah)
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 
My baby, call me the tumblin` dice, yeah
Got to roll me 
Baby ....??
Yeah, my, my,  my
I went down baby, oh
Got to roll me (hit me)
Baby I`m down