(A-he likes bread and butter)
(A-he likes toast and jam)
(A-that's what his baby feeds him)
(A-he's her loving man)
Well, I like bread and butter
I like toast and jam
That's what baby feeds me
I'm her loving man
(A-he likes bread and butter)
(A-he likes toast and jam)
(That's what his baby feeds him)
(A-he's her loving man)
Well, she don't cook mashed potatoes
She don't cook T-bone steak
She don't feed me peanut butter
She knows that I can't take
(A-he likes bread and butter)
(A-he likes toast and jam)
(That's what his baby feeds him)
(A-he's her loving man)
Well, I got home early one Monday
And much to my surprise
She was eatin’ chicken and dumplin’s
A-with some other guy
(No more bread and butter)
(A-no more toast and jam)
(Found his baby eating)
(A-with some other man)
No, no, no, no, more bread and butter
A-no more toast and jam
I found my baby eatin'
A-with some other man
No, no, no, no
(No more bread and butter)
No, no, no, no
(A-no more toast and jam)
No, no, no, no
A-no more bread and butter
No, no, no, no
(A-no more toast and jam)
No, no, no, no
(A-no more bread and butter)...
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