It's a long old road, but I know I'm gonna find the end.

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.

There's nineteen men livin' in my neighborhood, Eighteen of them are fools and the one ain't no doggone good.

Listen to my story and everything will come out true

It's a long old road, but I know I'm gonna find the end.