Bread and Butter

Ah, he likes bread and butter
 Ah, he likes toast and jam
 And 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
 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 steak
 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
 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
 Oh, 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
 No, no, no, no