You used to be my sugar, but
You ain't sweet no
mamlish more
Used to be my sugar
You ain't sweet no more
You got another joker
Hanging 'round your door

I know my baby
Worrying over
mamlish me
I know my baby
Worrying over me
'Cause every time she grin, she
Shine her light on me

(Play that thing Mr. Clifford)
(It is feeling mistreated)

Talking 'bout your rider
But you just ought to see
mamlish mine, you
Talking 'bout your one woman
Just ought to see mine
She's a long tall woman, and she's
Whooping out behind

She ain't so good looking
She ain't got no great long
mamlish hair
She ain't so good looking, she ain't
Got no great long hair
She ain't got enough gold teeth, you can
Spot her any where

Well she's standing on the corner
Be-tween 25th and
mamlish Main
She stood on the corner
Be-tween 25th and Main
Well now a blind man saw her
And a dumb man called her name

And the dumb man ask her, saying,
Who's your reg'lar
mamlish be
The dumb man ask her, saying,
Who's your reg'lar be
And the blind man say told her that you
Sure look good to me