Lyrics

Gimme red lipstick and a bright poppy rouge
A shingle bob haircut and a shot of good booze
Hurry down sweet daddy, come on blowin’ your horn
And if ya come too late, sweet mama will be gone

Now, I’m raring to go, red shoes on my feet
My mind’s sittin’ right for, a Tin Lizzie seat
Hurry down sweet daddy, come on blowin’ you horn
And if ya come too late, sweet mama will be gone

Come along young man, everything’s settin right
My husband gone away ’til, late Saturday night
Hurry down sweet daddy, come on blowin’ you horn
And if ya come too late, sweet mama will be gone

Stop at the fashion shop, get the one that looks best
Your own sweet mama, wants a brand new dress
Hurry down sweet daddy, come on blowin’ you horn
And if ya come too late, sweet mama will be gone

Red rooster said, “Cockle doodle ee do”
Richland women said, “Any dude will do”
Hurry down sweet daddy, come on blowin’ you horn
And if ya come too late, sweet mama will be gone