| Sugar mama, sugar mama
|
| Won’t you please come back to me?
|
| Sugar mama, sugar mama
|
| Won’t you please come back to me?
|
| Bring me that granulated sugar
|
| Sugar mama, it’ll ease my misery
|
| Now I want coffee sweet in the mornin'
|
| You know I’m crazy 'bout that tea at night, yeah yeah
|
| I want coffee sweet in the mornin'
|
| I’m crazy 'bout my tea at night
|
| Don’t get my sugar three time a day
|
| Great Lord, I don’t feel right
|
| Now you been braggin' 'bout your whiskey
|
| Now-now, you been braggin' all over town
|
| You been braggin' 'bout your whiskey
|
| You been braggin', sweet mama, all over town
|
| The bootlegger won’t sell enough sugar to make whiskey
|
| Don’t even sell but about four or five pounds
|
| Now, sugar mama, sugar mama
|
| Would you please come back to me?
|
| Sugar mama, sugar mama
|
| Please come on back to me
|
| Bring me that granulated sugar
|
| That all it take to ease my misery
|
| Now, sugar mama, sugar mama
|
| You know you been gone all day long
|
| Sugar mama, sugar mama
|
| You know you been gone all day long
|
| You been doin' somethin' with my sugar
|
| Ooh, Lord and I know it’s wrong
|
| Now, sugar mama, sugar mama
|
| Now would you please come on back to me?
|
| Please come on back to me
|
| You know, I don’t like nothin' but my sugar
|
| And that should take to ease my misery |