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 dumplings
A-with some other guy
No more bread and butter
A-no more toast and jam
Found his baby eatin'
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 moe toast and jam
No no no no...
