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Clara: who was that man I saw you with the other day? |
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Bessie: that was my smooth black daddy that we call Charlie Gray |
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Don't you know that's my man? |
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Yes, that's a fact |
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I ain't seen your name printed up and down his back |
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You better let him be |
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What old gal? |
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Because you ain't talkin' to me |
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That's my man, I want him for my own |
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(spoken: No! No!) |
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He's my sweet daddy |
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You'd better leave that man alone |
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See that suit he's got on? |
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I bought it last week |
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I've been buyin' clothes for five years for that is my black sheik |
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Is that you honey? |
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(Charlie) 'Tain't nobody but, who's back here? |
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It sounds like Charlie |
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It is my man, sweet papa Charlie Gray |
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Your man? |
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How do you git that way? |
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Now, look here, honey, I been had that man for umpteen year |
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Child, didn't I turn your damper |
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Down? |
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Yes, Clara, and I've cut you every way but loose! |
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Well, you might as well be get it fixed |
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Well, then... |
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I guess we got to have him on cooperation plan |
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I guess we got to have him on cooperation plan |
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(spoken: |
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Bessie! |
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Clara!) |
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(Bessie and Clara together) Ain't nothin' different 'bout that rotten two time man |
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How about it? |
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Suits me! |
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Suits me! |
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Well then...! |
