I love that hair, long an' black,
hangin' down to the middle of your back.
Don't cut it off whatever you do,
I need it to run my fingers through.
Cause you're my baby, uh-huh, you're my sugar,
don't mean maybe, you're my baby.
#2.
Got me a dollar that I saved.
Saved it up for a rainy day.
Everybody's callin' for bills that's due,
but if they don't catch me, I'll spend it on you.
Cause you're my baby, uh-huh, you're my sugar,
don't mean maybe, you're my baby.
#3.
Got me a guitar, got six strings,
and a picker to make 'em ring.
Every string's gotta know what to do,
cause I'm gonna use 'em to serenade you.
Cause you're my baby, uh-huh, you're my sugar,
don't mean maybe, you're my baby.
#4.
Well, I had me a gal, she said she's mine,
but she run around on me all the time.
Now, she's gone and I'm glad we're through,
cause I-I'm plum-flipped, over you.
Cause you're my baby, uh-huh, you're my sugar,
don't mean maybe, you're my baby.
Oh, baby-baby, yeah you're my baby.
Well, I don't mean maybe.
You drive me crazy.
I love you baby, you're my do oll.
A fifties smash from Kraziekhat.