Bread and butter

Ah, he likes bread and butter
Ah, he likes toast and jam
Ah, that's what his baby feeds him
Ah, 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

Ah, he likes bread and butter
Ah, he likes toast and jam
Ah, that's what his baby feeds him
Ah, he's her loving man

Well, she don't cook mashed potatoes
She don't cook T-bone steaks
She don't feed me peanut butter
She knows that I can't take

Ah, he likes bread and butter
Ah, he likes toast and jam
Ah, that's what his baby feeds him
Ah, he's her loving man Well, I got home early one Monday
Much to my surprise
She was eating chicken and dumplings
With some other guy

No more bread and butter
Ah, no more toast and jam
He found his baby eating
Ah, with some other man

No, no, no
No more bread and butter
Ah, no more toast and jam
I found my baby eating
Ah, with some other man

No, no, no, no
No more bread and butter
No, no, no, no
Ah, no more toast and jam

No, no, no, no
Ah, no more bread and butter
No, no, no, no
Ah, no more toast and jam
No, no, no, no
Ah, no more bread and butter