Ballad Of Papa John and Mrs. Butterworth

The Ballad Of Papa John and Mrs. Butterworth

In front of the window of the supermarket for a sale of .99
I look from my post across the street and shes lookin' might fine
Oh how her bottle caresses her skin
I can't help but think of the dirty sin that
I'm hot for mrs. butterworth
I want her juices in my mouth
I want to squeeze her bottle and I want to hear her shout
I'm hot for Mrs. Butterworth
my name is Papa John, baby I can make all kinds of cheeses
would you like to try some on?

Well hey hey Papa J, I dig your pepperiones
Your crust looks mighty thick why don't you lay it on me?

Woo Doggy Mrs. Buttaworth you gotta way with words
Oh baby you suck my greese and you'll be flyin' with the birds
You see hunny, I will be your doctor, relieve all your stress
You get your black buns on over here we'll make one sticky mess
And Mrs. Butterworth a call has come in for me, I gotta deliver this pizza before the time of 3
so baby you pop my crust and we'll get buzy
Come on baby,
on the street,
lets do it now,
HARDER CHILD,
make your butterworth,
oh let the syrup spill
I need you now

I'm so Hot for Mrs. Butterworth
my name is Papa John
we could make one hot sticky mess
in bed..be wed....oh even to my head...fred
and we would love each other to till the ending death
we could make one hot sticky mess
and baby you got one hot grandma chest

Ewww

AH ah, ooooo, o mrs. buttersworth
Sqeeze the charmin boy
Oh Mrs.Buttersworth, give a 50s($) worth
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhh
suck me dry


were making one hot sticky mess
and will love each other to till the ending death
and were makin' one hot sticky mess
and buttersworth your the best



harmonica

(sex noises from both, till you hear a bite being taken out of the pizza)