Gimme red lipstick and a bright purple rouge

A shingle bob haircut and a shot of good boo'

Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' your horn

If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone



Come along young man, everything settin' right

My husband's goin' away 'till next Saturday night

Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn

If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone



Now, I'm raring to go, got red shoes on my feet

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



The red rooster said, "Cockle doodle do do"

The Richards woman said, "Any dude will do"

Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn

If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone



With rosy red garters, pink hose on my feet

Turkey red bloomer, with a rumble seat

Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn

If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone



Every Sunday mornin', church people watch me go

My wings sprouted out and the preacher told me so

Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn

If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone



Dress skirt cut high, then they cut low

Don't think I'm a sport, keep on watchin' me go

Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn

If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone

Writer : HURT, JOHN S
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing