Shortnin' Bread Songtext
von The Cramps

Put on the skillet
Put on the lid
Mamma′s little baby loves shortnin' bread

Mamma′s little baby loves shortnin', short
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin′ bread
Mamma′s little baby loves shortnin', short
Mamma′s little baby loves shortnin' bread

Put on the skillet, put on the lid
I′ll maybe gonna make us some shortnin' bread
Well, if that ain′t orgy, now what I'd do
Mamma gonna make us atomic too

Mamma's little baby loves shortnin′, short
Mamma′s little baby loves shortnin' bread
Mamma′s little baby loves shortnin', short
Mamma′s little baby loves shortnin' bread

Well, the two little children are lyin′ in bed
One is sickand the other most dead
I called for the doctor, here's what he said
"Feed them brats on shortnin' bread"


Mamma′s little baby loves shortnin, short
Mamma′s little baby loves shortnin bread
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin′ short
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin′ bread, aw!

Well, I went to the kitchen, I rumed up the lid
I filled my pockets with shortnin' bread
I went to the porno store up ahead
Skipping round the room doing the pigeon wing

Mamma′s little baby loves shortnin', short
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin′ bread
Mamma′s little baby loves shortnin', short
Mamma′s little baby loves shortnin' bread

I snuck to the kitchen, picked up the lid
I filled my pockets full of shortnin bread
I winked at the pretty little girl and said
"Baby, howd you like some shortnin bread?"

Mamma′s little baby loves shortnin', short
Mamma′s little baby loves shortnin' bread
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin′, short
Mamma′s little baby loves shortnin' bread

Shortnin′ bread, shortnin' bread