Gimme red lipstick and a bright purple rouge A shingle bob haircut and a shot of good boo' Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' your horn If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Come along young man, everything settin' right My husband's goin' away 'till next Saturday night Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Now, I'm raring to go, got red shoes on my feet My mind is sittin' right for a Tin Lizzie seat Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
The red rooster said, "Cockle doodle do do" The Richards woman said, "Any dude will do" Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
With rosy red garters, pink hose on my feet Turkey red bloomer, with a rumble seat Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Every Sunday mornin', church people watch me go My wings sprouted out and the preacher told me so Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Dress skirt cut high, then they cut low Don't think I'm a sport, keep on watchin' me go Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn If you come too late, sweet mama will be goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
