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.