I've got a sweet tooth
for licorice drops and jelly roll,
Hey sugar daddy,
Hansel needs some sugar in his bowl
I'll lay out fine china on the linen
And polish up the chrome
and if you've got some sugar for me,
Sugar Daddy, bring it home
Black strap molasses,
you're my orange blossom honey bear
Bring me Versace blue jeans
and black designer underwear
Let's dress up like the disco-dancing jet set
in Milan and Rome
And if you've got some sugar for me,
Sugar Daddy, bring it home
Oh the thrill of control,
like [bad word] of rock and roll,
is the sweetest taste I've known [bad word] on, Sugar Daddy, bring it home
When honey bees go shopping
it's something to be seen
They swarm to wild flowers
and get nectar for the queen
And everything you bring me
gets me dripping like a [bad word] and if you've got some sugar for me,
Sugar Daddy, bring it home
Oh the thrill of control,
like a Blitzkrieg on the roll,
is the sweetest taste I've know
So if you've got some sugar
bring it home [bad word] on, Sugar Daddy, bring it home!
Whiskey and French cigarettes,
a motorbike with high-speed jets,
a Waterpik, a Cuisinart
and a hypo-allergenic dog
I want all the luxuries of the modern age,
and every item on every page
in the Lillian Vernon catalogue
Oh baby, something's crossed my mind
and I was thinking you'd look so fine
in a velvet dress
with heels and an ermine stole
Oh, Luther darling, heaven knows
I've never put on women's clothes
except for once
my mother's camisole
So you think only a woman
can [bad word] love a man
Then you buy me the dress
I'll be more woman
than a man like you can stand
I'll be your Venus on a chocolate clam shell
rising on a sea of marshmallow foam
and if you got some sugar for me,
Sugar Daddy, bring it home
It's our tradition to control,
like Erich Honecker and Helmut Kohl,
from the Ukraine to the Rhone
Sweet home uber alles,
Lord, [bad word] home [bad word] on, Sugar Daddy, bring me home