I had a no-account, a low-down triflin' man
I had a no-account, a low-down triflin' man
Well, I kept the blues so bad I could feel them in my hand
Now, when I was in the mood, he'd go out and clown
I'd be in the mood for lovin' and he'd go out and clown
With chippies in taverns and bars all over town
Well, he threw his money cross bombs
Like he was a clown
Like he was on big time
Well, he threw his money cross bombs
Like he was on big time
Then he'd come home stumblin' drunk
And he wouldn't have a measlin' dime
Well, he was dribblin' around
He didn't know when to stop
Couldn't pay our rent
And I was right near the mall
But I got me a new daddy
And I got me a new daddy
And I'm happy as can be
He is a cool-time papa
And he sure is good to me
Well, he goes to work every morning
Calls me at noon
Comes home every night
We have a thrillin' honeymoon
I got me a new daddy
Ooh, a cool-time papa
A cool-time papa
A cool-time papa
And he sure is good to me
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Thank you.
Now I wouldn't trade my new daddy for a bag of gold
Now I wouldn't trade my new daddy for a bag of gold
Cause he's a cool-time papa and he satisfies my soul
Well, I'm telling you bye, bye, baby, bye
I said bye, bye, baby, bye
Cause he's a cool-time papa and he satisfies my soul