Cordon Blues

I got the cordon blues

I just can't cook for my guy

I got the cordon blues

He don't taste my honey pie



He says there's too much sugar in a tea

I pray one day I'll find that recipe



It's true, I got the cordon blues

My oven won't stay alive all night

I got the cordon blues

Now my baby lost his appetite



I wanna stove you up

and make your steam rise high, high, high, high

You know I'll be your slave

But you'll never be satisfied



I need some jelly in my roll

I need some hot sauce on my chips

Won't cha dip your doughnuts in my bowl

I wanna lick your fingertips



[blues guitar solo]



I need some jelly in my roll

I need some.. on my chips

I wanna dip my doughnuts in your bowl

So I can lick your fingertips



Whoa oh oh, the cordon blues

I just can't cook for my guy

I'm telling you I got the cordon blues

You won't taste my honey pie



After dinner, his desserts in

for a tastier type of dish

You know I'm too many cooks

Can given his every little wish