Ida Cox: 'One Hour Mama' 1939

Ida Cox, 'One Hour Mama', 1939 I've always heard that haste makes waste So I believe in takin' my time The highest mountain can't be raced It's something you must slowly climb I want a slow and easy man He needn't ever take the lead 'Cause I work on that long-time plan And I ain't a-lookin' for no speed I'm a one hour mama So no one minute papa Ain't the kind of man for me Set your alarm clock papa One hour, that's proper Then love me like I like to be I don't want no lame excuses 'Bout my lovin' bein' so good That you couldn't wait no longer Now I hope I'm understood I'm a one hour mama So no one minute papa Ain't the kind of man for me I can't stand no greenhorn lover Like a rookie goin' to war With a load of big artillery But don't know what it's for He's got to bring me a reference With a great long pedigree And must prove he's got endurance Or he don't mean that to me I don't like no crowin' rooster What just kicks a lick or two Action is the only booster Of just what my man can do I don't want no imitation My requirements ain't no joke 'Cause I've got pure indignation For a guy what's lost his stroke I'm a one hour mama So no one minute papa Ain't the kind of man for me Set your alarm clock papa One hour, that's proper Then love me like I like to be I may want love for one hour Then decide to make it two Takes an hour before I get started Maybe three 'fore I'm through I'm a one hour mama So no one minute papa Ain't the kind of man for me