I had a no-account, a low-down trifling man I had a no-account, a low-down trifling man Well, I kept the blues so bad I could feel them in my hand Now when I was in the mood, he'd go out and clown I'd be in the mood for loving and he'd go out and clown With cheapies in taverns and bars all over town Well, he threw his money across bars like he was on big-time Well, he threw his money across bars like he was on big-time Then he'd come home stumblin' drunk and he woudn't have a measly dime Well, he was dribbling around, he didn't know when to stop Coudn't pay our rent and I was raggedy as a mop But I got me a new daddy, and I'm happy as can be He is a cool-time papa and he sure is good to me Well, he goes to work every morning, calls me at noon Comes home every night, we have a thrillin' honeymoon I got me a new daddy, ooh, I cool-time papa A cool-time papa and sure he's good to me Now I woudn't trade my new daddy for a bag of gold No, I woudn't trade my new daddy for a bag of gold ‘Cause he's a cool-time papa and he satisfies my soul Well, I'm telling you bye, bye, baby, bye I said bye, bye, baby, bye ‘Cause he's a cool-time papa and he satisfies my soul