Peanut Butter Song
One day a child came home from football
Where he had fumbled, been jeered and booed
His mother knew that his heart was breakin'
And so she made him his favorite food
Chorus 1:
She did not make (a bowl) a bowl of salad greens
She made no whole wheat rolls or a pile of beans
She made him sandwiches on toasted white bread
With peanut butter, creamy style
The years went by and he was a loser
He led a useless and wretched life
His mother never criticized him
She only smiled as she got out the knife
Repeat Chorus 1
So he decided on the basis
Of a book that he had read that fall
That all his problems had resulted
From excessive cholesterol
Chorus 2:
And so she made (a bowl) a bowl of salad greens
She made some whole wheat rolls and a pile of beans
She made no sandwiches on toasted white bread
With peanut butter, creamy style
That night his dog died, He wrecked his pick-up
His sweet heart left him, He lost his hair
His house caught fire, He went to prison
His dear old mother came to him there
Repeat Chorus
She made him sandwiches on toasted white bread (you know choosy mothers do
choose Jiff)
With peanut butter, creamy style
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