Tekst en muziek: Larry Parks en Jay Turnbow
(1964)
He likes bread and butter
He likes toast and jam
That’s what his baby feeds him
He’s her loving man
Well, I like bread and butter
I like toast and jam
That’s what my baby feeds me
I’m her loving man
He likes bread and butter
He likes toast and jam
That’s what his baby feeds him
He’s her loving man
Well, she don’t cook mashed potatoes
She don’t cook T-bone steaks
She don’t feeds me peanut butter
She knows that I can’t take
But he likes bread and butter
And he likes toast and jam
That’s what his baby feeds him
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
No more toast and jam
He found his baby eating
With some other man
No, no, no
No more bread and butter
No more toast and jam
I found my baby eating
With some other man
No, no, no, no
No more bread and butter
No, no, no, no
No more toast and jam
No, no, no, no
No more bread and butter
No, no, no, no
No more toast and jam
No, no, no, no
No more bread and butter