If you want to get you eye knocked out If you want to get your fill If you want to get your head cut off Just go to sugar hill Jay bird on the mountain top And a red bird on the ground Black bird in the sugar tree Shaking that sugar down They said she got mighty sick And what do you recking ailed her Drunk three quarts of sugar top And then ther stomach failed her Then cents in my pocket book And don't you hear it jingle I'm going to court them pretty gals As long as I stay single Yonder comes my own true love And how do you think I know Tell her by her shoe fly dress That comes from sugar store Get your banjo off the wall Grap your fiddle, Bill Hitch the horses to the sleigh We're going to sugar hill Source: http://www.bluegrassnet.com/lyrics/sugar-hill#.U_NM07xdVFd