I need a little sugar in my bowl and a little hot dog in my roll.
I don't want no drummer. I set the tempo.
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.
The Greatest Blues Singer in the World Will Never Stop Singing.
Listen to my story and everything will come out true