The Rolling Stones — Brown Sugar feat. Eric Clapton

Yeah, Gold Coast slaves hip bound for cotton field Sold in a market down in New Orleans Scarred old slaver know he's doing all right Hear him whip the women just around midnight Brown sugar How come you taste so good? Brown sugar Just like a young girl should - ah yeah Yeah, drums beating, cold English blood runs hot Lady of the house wondering where it's going to stop House boy knows that he's doing all right You should have heard him just around midnight Brown sugar How come you taste so good? Brown sugar Just like a young girl should - ah yeah, yeah, yeah... Ah yeah Ah, get down to the ground, brown sugar How come you taste so good? Ah, get down, get down, brown sugar Just like a young girl should I bet your mama was a tent show queen And all her boyfriends were sweet 16 I'm no school boy, but I know what I like You should have heard me just around midnight Brown sugar How come you taste so good? Ah, get down, brown sugar Just like a young girl should Ah, get down, get down, brown sugar How come you taste so good? Ah, get down, get down, brown sugar Moving around, yeah - come on now, moving around, yeah Ah, get down to the ground, brown sugar Just slid on down, just lay it on down Ah, get down on your knees, brown sugar How come, how come - whoo! How come down, down, down, down, down, down... Whoo! Ah, how come you taste so good, baby? Ah, get down to the ground, brown sugar How come you taste so good? Down to the ground, brown sugar How come you taste so good? [Mick Jagger, spoken] That's it [Eric Clapton, spoken] Was that good?