Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
Every Sunday mornin', church people watch me go
The red rooster said, "Cockle doodle do do"
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
My mind is sittin' right for a Tin Lizzie seat
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Don't think I'm a sport, keep on watchin' me go
Turkey red bloomer, with a rumble seat
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
My wings sprouted out and the preacher told me so
With rosy red garters, pink hose on my feet
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
My husband's goin' away till next Saturday night
Come along young man, everything settin' right
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' your horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
The Richards woman said, "Any dude will do"
Now, I'm raring to go, got red shoes on my feet
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Dress skirt cut high, then they cut low
