Heavy Sugar

Foreman got my back sore,

landlord got my nerve,

the bus came late, the coffee came cold,

and the whole day got what it deserved.

But my sister's got a record player

and a floor that don't complain,

and by half past nine this apartment

don't remember my last name.

Don't tell me it's a small thing.

Small things are all week long —

Bring the heavy sugar! (heavy sugar!)

Sweet enough to carry me through.

Bring the heavy sugar! (heavy sugar!)

Loud enough to lose the blues.

I ain't dancing 'cause it's over,

I'm dancing 'cause it ain't —

put a little heavy sugar in it, baby,

and watch me stand up straight.

Some folks think the good time's frosting,

something extra, something spare.

Come down here on any given evening,

see who's got the strength to spare.

This ain't dessert, this is dinner,

this is fuel, this is fare —

the dancing is the reason

that we're still standing there.

So don't apologize for grinning.

Grinning is a job —

Bring the heavy sugar! (heavy sugar!)

Bring it double, bring it strong.

Bring the heavy sugar! (heavy sugar!)

Bring it early, bring it long.

I ain't dancing 'cause it's easy,

I'm dancing 'cause it's not —

put a little heavy sugar in it, baby,

and spend it on the spot.

Sug-ar! (hey!)

Sug-ar! (hey!)

Heavy, heavy! (hey!)

Bring the heavy sugar! (heavy sugar!)

Sweet enough to carry me through.

I ain't dancing 'cause it's over,

I'm dancing 'cause it ain't —

and the ones who never learned this

are the tiredest folks I know.

Heavy sugar. Take it home.