Butter

Mama cooks with butter
'Course she does, sugar
Soft and warm right on the counter
She looks like Grace Kelly
She tastes like Betty Crocker
Mama cooks with butter
Mama cooks with butter
You know the real thing
Don’t give me no Country Crock or margarine
the table and cookies in the cupboard
Mama cooks with butter
Mama drinks straight whiskey
Of course she does, baby
Standin' in the kitchen
At 4:53
She keeps up with the Joneses
She reads Good Housekeeping
Mama drinks straight whiskey
Mama drinks straight whiskey
She’s the real thing
No, she makes a fine Manhattan
Nor a martini
She is efficient
She believes in simplicity
Mama drinks straight whiskey
She feels like Elizabeth Taylor
When she slips off her big diamond ring
Mama’s hear to listen if you wanna talk
The way she feeds ya, boy, y’know you’d better eat
Mama cooks with butter
You know the real thing
Still likes her shag carpet
And wood paneling
She turns on Dean Martin
She turns on Frank Sinatra
Mama cooks with butter
Save a lot for dinner
Try and don’t you wanna
You’re gonna love her
Mama cooks with butter