Sung to the tune of TUMBLING DICE by|
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
Graders think I'm hasty, but they're always tryin' to waste me
And make me spend my money right down,
But baby, baby, I don't need no eights in my crown.
'Cause all you graders is low down gamblers,
Cheatin' me like I don't know how,
But baby, baby, there's fever in the registry now.
This low down b-itchin' got my poor eyes a itchin',
Don't you know you know that mint is still wild.
Baby, I can't stay, you got to slab me
And call me the tumblin' dice.
Always in a hurry, I always have to worry,
Won't you see the same cards again?
Honey, got no money,
I'm all sixes and sevens and fives.
Say now baby, I'm the rank submitter,
You can be my grader this time .
But baby, I can't stay,
You got to slab me and call me the tumblin',
Slab me and call me the tumblin' dice.
#1 in 1959 Topps. Officially known as Assassin according to stanthemanfan 3/31/2014 and god of minor league basketball according to cammb.