Why don't you wake up, sleepy lady?
Cause you ain't your mama's baby anymore.
Why you been putting on the style?
She's been closing every door with her sweet smile.
You've been reading your own fortune,
and it's looking kind of fortunate today.
But when you hear that lonesome tune,
lady got to run off to your Roman highway.
She cried, oh dear,
what can the matter be?
Whatever happened to Sunday and Saturday?
Whatever happened to what was inside of me?
Whatever happened to baby?
Oh,
well,
your daddy was a dreamer,
and he fed your head,
dreaming for some time.
But since he's lost his hold on you,
lady got to find somebody new to fill your mind.
She cried, oh dear,
what can the matter be?
Whatever happened to Sunday and Saturday?
Whatever happened to what was inside of me?
Whatever happened to baby?