Trickertreat Blues Y'All

From "The Trickertreat Blues" by Reverend Zeno M. Shellbark

Taterhead Junior describing the size of the Zagnut bar he got last year to a rapt audience.

I ain't got nothin',
Ain't got nothin'
Nothin' but The Trickertreat Blues

I ain't got nothin',
I got nothin' in my bucket
Nothin' but the Trickertreat Blues

Taterheads come a knockin'
and the candy corn is rockin' kind of blues

Oh, I ain't got nothin'
I ain't got nothin'
But sugar, sweet sweet sugar, on my brain

So I'm askin' you right now, mama, 

I'm tellin' you right now
I just want to be your sweet lovin' Malted Milk Ball and chain

And I'll say it again

Oh, yeah, I ain't got nothin,
But a bucket full of money

Got nothin' but the Trickertreat Blues

'Cause without my Bit O Honey
I got nothin' for my money 

Nothin' at all

And I need me my honey

Sweet and warm on my bones

Yeah, the ghosties come on a knockin' and the Tootsie Rolls are rockin'
All night long
I got the Trickertreat Blues

Wrap me in your Red Vines, mama, 

Say yeah, oh yeah, 

and
I'll be your Sugar Daddy

Your Sugar Daddy all night long
Chase away

Chase away those Trickertreat Blues

When my baby comes a knockin' 

we get those jellybeans a-rockin'
No more blues
No more Trickertreat Blues