I got da Moon Sugar Blues, a-twinklin’ a teardrop in mah eye.
Ya got to tell me some news, I’m thinkin’ that maybe I should die.

Hey Mistuh Slave, whatcha be pickin’ dat saltrice fuh?
Nobody told yuh yo’ master’s gone outta his mind?

Hey silt striders, where be yo’ riders,
Them’s dancin’, an’ dinin’, and drinkin’ da
Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine! (big bari sax blare)
From da comberries in da South.

Hey Mistuh Mage, how come I cain’t get to Caldera?
Jest ‘cause I ain’t got no septims in deez common pants?
I got da Moon Sugar Blues, a-sinkin’ mah chances of gettin’ laid.
Ya better find me some booze, I’m thinkin’ of some ways to get me paid.

Hey, ole Sweetshare, what do you got dere?
It’s shiny and good and I’m gonn’ make it
Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine!
Maybe sell some to feed mah mouth.

I got da Moon Sugar Blues, a-twinklin’ a teardrop in mah eye.
Ya got to tell me some news, I’m thinkin’ that maybe I should die.