Cool Cool Daddy

I had a no-account, a low-down trifling man
I had a no-account, a low-down trifling man
Well, I kept the blues so bad I could feel them in my hand

Now when I was in the mood, he'd go out and clown
I'd be in the mood for loving and he'd go out and clown
With cheapies in taverns and bars all over town

Well, he threw his money across bars like he was on big-time
Well, he threw his money across bars like he was on big-time
Then he'd come home stumblin' drunk and he woudn't have a measly dime

Well, he was dribbling around, he didn't know when to stop
Coudn't pay our rent and I was raggedy as a mop
But I got me a new daddy, and I'm happy as can be
He is a cool-time papa and he sure is good to me

Well, he goes to work every morning, calls me at noon
Comes home every night, we have a thrillin' honeymoon
I got me a new daddy, ooh, I cool-time papa
A cool-time papa and sure he's good to me

Now I woudn't trade my new daddy for a bag of gold
No, I woudn't trade my new daddy for a bag of gold
‘Cause he's a cool-time papa and he satisfies my soul

Well, I'm telling you bye, bye, baby, bye
I said bye, bye, baby, bye
‘Cause he's a cool-time papa and he satisfies my soul