Hitched a ride with a gal outta Memphis, Tennessee
Stopped at Dockery Farms, Mississippi
Step on the gas honey, We’re headed South
We got a couple of fellas waiting down in New Orleans, New Orleans

She asked “Sugar, what are you lookin’ for tonight?”
Can He Handle My Whiskey?
Handle My Whiskey
If He Can Handle My Whiskey
Then Boy, You Can Handle Me

Show me a jukejoint off of Frenchman Street
We can kick up our heels and swing to the beat
That Creole feel
He’s got me spinning in place
His hands around my waist

He asked “Sugar, what are you lookin’ for tonight?”
If He Can Handle My Whiskey?
Can Handle My Whiskey
If He Can Handle My Whiskey
Then Boy, He Can Handle Me

Local cats are perched on the stoop, hollerin’ as we pass by.
“See that gal strutting her stuff?
I swear her booty be from the Bayou”
Nah man, she’s a city gal through and through.

“Sugar, what are you lookin’ for tonight?”
Can He Handle My Whiskey?
Handle My Whiskey
If He Can Handle My Whiskey

Then Boy, He Can Handle Me