Sugar, I call my baby my sugar.
I never “maybe” my sugar, because my sugar is so confectionary.
Funny, I never plead for his money.
All he can give me is honey; I get my meals ev’ry time.
I’d make a million trips to his lips if I were a bee,
‘Cause they are sweeter than any candy to me.
He’s granulated sugar, I never cheat on my sugar,
‘Cause I’m too sweet on my sugar, that sugar baby of mine.

[Repeat from the bridge]
I’d make a million trips to his lips if I were a bee,
‘Cause they are sweeter than any honey to me.
They’re granulated! Sugar. I get my taffy from sugar,
That’s why I’m daffy ’bout sugar, that sugar baby of mine