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 more bread and butter No no no A-no more toast and jam No no no A-no more bread and butter No no no A-no moe toast and jam No no no no...