I need a little sugar in my bowl and a little hot dog in my roll.
The Greatest Blues Singer in the World Will Never Stop Singing.
There's nineteen men livin' in my neighborhood, Eighteen of them are fools and the one ain't no doggone good.
It's a long old road, but I know I'm gonna find the end.
I ain't good-lookin', but I'm somebody's angel child.
I don't want no drummer. I set the tempo.
Listen to my story and everything will come out true
No time to marry, no time to settle down; I'm a young woman, and I ain't done runnin' around.