| Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields |
| Sold in a market down in New Orleans |
| Scarred old slaver knows he’s doing alright |
| Hear him with the women just around midnight |
| Brown sugar how come you taste so good? |
| Brown sugar just like a young girl should |
| Drums beating, cold English blood runs hot |
| Lady of the house wonderin' when it’s gonna stop |
| House boy knows that he’s doing alright |
| You shoulda heard him just around midnight |
| Brown sugar how come you taste so good, now? |
| Brown sugar just like a young girl should, now |
| Ah, get along, brown sugar how come you taste so good, baby? |
| Ah, got me feelin' now, brown sugar just like a black girl should |
| I bet your mama was a tent show queen |
| And all her boyfriends were sweet sixteen |
| I’m no schoolboy but I know what I like |
| You shoulda heard me just around midnight |
| Brown sugar how come you taste so good, baby? |
| Ah, brown sugar just like a young girl should, yeah |
| I said yeah, yeah, yeah, woo |
| How come you… how come you taste so good? |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo |
| Just like a… just like a black girl should |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo |