SUGAR WATER SUNDAY – J.Lowe/LoweLife Music
The money in my pocket just jingles, the money in my pocket won’t fold,
I’m sick of feeling cold feet tingle, and laughing at a tale twice told,
I’ll sing for my supper, whistle for my tea,
I know there’s them that’ll whistle with me,
I’ll put my mouth where the money might be one day.
CHORUS
Get your feet to the free ball of fortune, and we’ll be singing in the morning,
When Sugar Water Sunday comes.
Girl, you’re a doll and I’m a debtor, we’re both just working for the man,
What d’you have to kiss to make things better, or wave who’s magic wand?
The caught lapping up the cream and getting fat,
The dog with nothing but a cold-water flat,
But what’s the use of worrying, get your coat and hat and we’ll away.
Girl it’s time we got dressed up, you be the belle and me the beau,
You’re a gypsy dipped in ketchup, I’m a vagabond striped in snow,
We’ll close all the doors, chuck away the keys,
Walk down tenth street, proud as you please,
“Who’s that couple they’re the knees of the bees! They’ll say.