Sugar Mama Songtext
von Eric Bibb

Told her when I met her, didn′t have a lot of dough
And she wrote out a check in a flash
I said, "Baby I can't count, but are you sure that is the right amount?"
She said, "Daddy, consider it petty cash"

She′s spoiling me
My sugar mama

Now I'm living in a town house
On the upper east side
Got a maid brings my breakfast at noon
I read the Wall Street Journal and Fortune Magazine
Stir my coffee with an antique spoon

She's spoiling me
And it feels alright
Not just the luxury
But the way she hugs on me day and night
My sugar mama


Last week, she tried to buy me a black bowler hat
That′s where I had to draw the line
I said, "Baby, understand, and take no offense
The hat department is strictly mine"
I′m not a preacher, and I ain't no gigolo
I′m a man who likes to have he's fun

You′re my sweet gilo mama
And I'm whiled about your loving
And you′re the only one, the only one

Last March, I told her I was tired
I was tired of the weather
She just smiled and winked at me
Next thing I know, we're flying to Bora Bora
For a month on solid sand and sea

Oh! she's spoiling me
And my sugar mama
And it feels alright
Not just the luxury
But the way she hugs on me day and night
My sugar mama

My sugar mama
Sweet sugar mama
Oh, you′re so sweet like candy, like maple syrup