Well, the women are foxy and lowdown They all like to have a good time The men are sneaky and no account They knock you in the head for a dime And Friday evening to Sunday night They stay stoned running blind
Well the music starts getting right The people start getting tight Some fool started a fight That's Sugar Hill Saturday Night
There's a juke joint they call the Big Mama And a joint called Rising Sun You can have a good time But if you step outta line You damn sure better run Cause the sheriff stands six foot seven And he's a head whoopin' son of a gun
Well the music starts getting right The people start getting tight Some fool started a fight That's Sugar Hill Saturday Night
Well it's five o'clock in the morning And the blues is all played out Just sitting here drinking whiskey from this coffee cup When the lights went out
Well the music starts getting right The people start getting tight Some fool started a fight That's Sugar Hill Saturday Night
Music starts getting right The people start getting tight Some fool started a fight That's Sugar Hill Saturday Night