[Intro]
[Strophe]
B 
Women think I'm tasty, but they're always tryin' to waste me,  
  
And make me burn the candle right down, 
    F#  B   F#  B     E                          F# 
But ba--by, ba--by, I don't need no jewels in my crown. 
[Strophe]
B 
Cause all of you women is low down gamblers,  
  
Cheatin’ like I don't know how, 
    F#  B   F#  B           E                      F# 
But ba--by, ba..by, there's fever in the funkhouse now.
[Strophe]
B 
This low down bitchin' got my poor feet itchin',  
  
You know, you know the deuce is still wild, 
F#  B     F#    B                E 
Ba  by, I can't stay, you got to roll me   
                         E   B 
And call me the tumbling di--ce. 
[Strophe]
B 
Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry,  
  
Do you see the time flashing by? 
E  B          F# B           E                 F# 
Honey, got no money, I'm all sixes, sevens and nines. 
[Strophe]
B 
Say now, baby, I'm the rank outsider,  
  
You can be my partner in crime, 
    F#  B     F#    B                E 
But ba..by, I can't stay, you got to roooo...ll me 
  
And call me the tumbling... 
                                 E   B 
Roll me and call me the tumbling di--ce. 
[Strophe]
   B 
Oh my my my, I'm the lone crap shooter,  
  
Playin' in the field every night, 
F#  B   F#    B                E 
Ba--by, can't stay, you got to roll me 
  
And call me the tumbling, 
  
Roll me and call me the tumbling, 
       E    B      E       B      E       B 
Got to roll me got to roll me got to roll me