People talkin', but they just don't know, What's in my heart, and why I love you so.
I love you baby like a miner loves gold.
Come on sugar, let the good times roll.
Hey . . . So many people live in make-believe, They keep a lot 'a' going up their sleeves.
But my love baby is no kind that folds.
Come on baby, let the good times roll.
Hey! Hey baby, let the good times roll.
Oh, let them baby. A love is nice if it's understood.
It's even nicer when you're feelin' good.
You got me flippin' like a flag on a pole.
Come on Sugar, let the good times roll.
Hey, let the good times roll . . .
