Baby,
I'll wake up every morning
with a beckon smile.
*** the telephone and call my honey child.
She's dead great.
Mine, oh mine, oh mine.
She's sweeter than any grape that ever grew on a vine.
Out of all the girls around here,
baby,
you're my choice.
Take the upper jibbers when I hear your voice.
You're dead great.
Mine, oh mine, oh mine.
You're sweeter than any grape that ever grew on a vine.
Well,
mama's got the bucket,
but papa's got the top.
The baby's in the cradle, said, let on a pop.
She's dead great.
Mine, oh mine, oh mine.
She's sweeter than any grape that ever grew on a vine.
She's got eyes like diamond and teeth like pearl.
Say, oh, boys, because that's my girl.
She's dead great.
Mine, oh mine, oh mine.
She's sweeter than any grape that ever grew on a vine.