No time to marry, no time to settle down; I'm a young woman, and I ain't done runnin' around.
There's nineteen men livin' in my neighborhood, Eighteen of them are fools and the one ain't no doggone good.
I don't want no drummer. I set the tempo.
I need a little sugar in my bowl and a little hot dog in my roll.
I ain't good-lookin', but I'm somebody's angel child.
It's a long old road, but I know I'm gonna find the end.