Sweet daddy spiraling down
Sweet daddy is spiraling down
Baby doll is sporting a taffeta gown
Little brother is going to ground
Big momma is crowin' in town

The glorious gears turn
The furious fears burn
The amor-ing yearlings yearn
For tomorrow
But tomorrow may only seem like molasses
Molasses

Uncle Owen is serving overseas
And Auntie has succumbed to the family disease
Grandfather still issues his very, very stern decrees
But I’m always done just what I please

The curious crowd blunders
The spurious speaker plunders
The waking widow wonders
Of tomorrow
But tomorrow may only seem like molasses
Sweet slow molassеs

Sweet daddy's grown bitter
Sweet daddy's grown bitter
Sweet daddy has grown bitter
Progrеssively
Imperceptivity