Not the same song as RED HOT MAMA, which Tucker also recorded.
My transcription from the Internet Archive:


I’M THE LAST OF THE RED HOT MAMMAS
Words by Jack Yellen, music by Milton Ager, 1929.
As recorded by Sophie Tucker with Ted Shapiro's Orchestra, on Bluebird B-6835-B, 1929.

Sheiks, neckers, and jellybeans, lend me your ears.
So you think you’ve been petted?
Don’t be silly; forget it!
Debs, flappers, and baby vamps bore me to tears.
What do they know concerning love?
Come to me for your burning love!

‘Cause I’m the last of the red-hot mammas;
They’ve all cooled down but me.
Flapper vamps, say, what do they know?
Come get your hot stuff from this volcano!

I’m an overheated,
Try and beat it,
Hotsy-totsy Hottentot.
Now, it may be snowing,
But when I get going,
Oh, baby, I’m hot!

You can keep your collegiate charmers.
Their lovin’ isn’t worth a dime.
Away up in Alaska where the natives freeze,
An Eskimo left my hut in his BVD's,
‘Cause I’m the last of the red-hot mammas;
I’m gettin’ hotter all the time.

I don’t want to brag but in my hotel suite,
A dozen firemen were overcome by heat.
A Scotsman wants to marry me, the dear sweet soul;
He thinks with me around he’ll save a lot of coal.

I met a movie star who’s famous for his passion.
I gave him one kiss and singed off his mustache.
A funny thing happened; I nearly died!
I sat down on an egg, got up, the egg was fried.

I’m the last of the red-hot mammas;
They’ve all cooled down but me.
I don’t pet and only neck ‘em.
No, sir, I’m a mamma who loves to wreck ‘em.

I can make ‘em sizzle,
Make ‘em fry and frizzle.
If you want to know the truth,
I can warm the cold ones,
Give the old ones
Back their flaming youth.

I was born in the hot Bahamas.
Right now I’m in lovin’ prime.
Others pet and kiss and hug and don’t know what it’s all about.
Say, when I kiss men, they feel they’ve had their tonsils taken out.
‘Cause I’m the last of the red-hot mammas;
I’m gettin’ hotter all the time.