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 the rush of rock and roll,

is the sweetest taste I've known.

So come 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 honeycomb

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.

Oh come 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 truly 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, I'm coming home.

So come on, Sugar Daddy, bring me home.





Song written by Stephen Trask