Bread and Butter Woman Songtext
von The Andrews Sisters
Bread and Butter Woman Songtext
ANDREWS SISTERS:
A woman who wants a yacht
A mansion and wine that bubbles
DANNY KAYE:
If she doesn′t get the things that she wants
She will give a man plenty trouble
Give me a bread and butter woman
Who only wants the simple things
Give me a bread and butter woman
Who likes her meat and potatoes
Meat and potatoes
Juicy tomatoes
Juicy tomatoes
Give him a bread and butter woman
A woman who talks too much
And spends her time reminiscing
A husband who has a wife like that
He will find his shirts with buttons missing
Give him a bread and butter woman
I mean the real domestic kind
Give him a bread and butter woman
Who'll even give up her Sundays
Give up her Sundays
To iron your undies
To iron your undies
Give me a bread and butter woman
I am a woman who′s fond of cash
You never know how I rate you
The moment your chips are runnin' low
I will run a sale and liquidate you
Give me a bread and butter woman
Who doesn't care how much you make
Give me a bread and butter woman
Who doesn′t ask you for moolah
Ask you for moolah
Just pastafazoola
Just pastafazoola
Give him a bread and butter woman
A woman who likes to dine
On dinners of plenty courses
A fellow who feeds a girl like that
He is better off
How?
Playing the horses
Give me a bread and butter woman
I love that dollar dinner kind
Give me a bread and butter woman
I mean the kind that will go nuts
On coffee and doughnuts
Whose heartbeat will quicken
On half a boiled chicken
Give me a bread and butter woman
A woman who wants a yacht
A mansion and wine that bubbles
DANNY KAYE:
If she doesn′t get the things that she wants
She will give a man plenty trouble
Give me a bread and butter woman
Who only wants the simple things
Give me a bread and butter woman
Who likes her meat and potatoes
Meat and potatoes
Juicy tomatoes
Juicy tomatoes
Give him a bread and butter woman
A woman who talks too much
And spends her time reminiscing
A husband who has a wife like that
He will find his shirts with buttons missing
Give him a bread and butter woman
I mean the real domestic kind
Give him a bread and butter woman
Who'll even give up her Sundays
Give up her Sundays
To iron your undies
To iron your undies
Give me a bread and butter woman
I am a woman who′s fond of cash
You never know how I rate you
The moment your chips are runnin' low
I will run a sale and liquidate you
Give me a bread and butter woman
Who doesn't care how much you make
Give me a bread and butter woman
Who doesn′t ask you for moolah
Ask you for moolah
Just pastafazoola
Just pastafazoola
Give him a bread and butter woman
A woman who likes to dine
On dinners of plenty courses
A fellow who feeds a girl like that
He is better off
How?
Playing the horses
Give me a bread and butter woman
I love that dollar dinner kind
Give me a bread and butter woman
I mean the kind that will go nuts
On coffee and doughnuts
Whose heartbeat will quicken
On half a boiled chicken
Give me a bread and butter woman
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