A song about The Northeast's 'mystery meat.' Or is it?
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Story behind the song
A straight ahead blues about two of my favorite things; food and sex. (Very family safe)
Lyrics
Scrapple Cookin’
Words and music copyright 2008 Steve Bryant
VERSE 1:
My baby doesn’t know her way around the kitchen,
She burns the beans and I’m always bitchin’.
She doesn’t know a pot from a frying pan.
Can’t work the stove, can’t even open a can.
But late at night, when nobody’s lookin’,
She treats me right and gets my scrapple cookin’.
CHORUS:
My baby can’t make apple pie,
But you should watch her bake.
She can sizzle ‘til you fry,
As sweet as chocolate cake.
Scrapple cookin’ every night,
I can’t wait for her to start.
Scrapple cookin’ is the shortest path,
That she took to my heart.
VERSE 2:
My baby can’t boil water to make coffee or hot tea,
I swear I’d starve to death if it weren’t for Mickey D.
She took cookin’ classes but there’s no hope of learnin’
Her bacon’s either underdone or else it’s really burnin’.
But late every night when nobody’s lookin’
She treats me right and gets my scrapple cookin’.
CHORUS:
My baby can’t make apple pie,
But you should watch her bake.
She can sizzle ‘til you fry,
As sweet as chocolate cake.
Scrapple cookin’ every night,
I can’t wait for her to start.
Scrapple cookin’ is the shortest path,
That she took to my heart.
VERSE 3:
I bought my baby non-stick pans but they’re still in the box.
The soup from her big stockpot, well it tastes like dirty socks.
I ask her to make dinner, there’s no hesitation.
She picks up the phone and she makes a reservation.
But late every night when nobody’s lookin’,
She treats me right and gets my scrapple cookin’.
CHORUS:
My baby can’t make apple pie,
But you should watch her bake.
She can sizzle ‘til you fry,
As sweet as chocolate cake.
Scrapple cookin’ every night,
I can’t wait for her to start.
Scrapple cookin’ is the shortest path,
That she took to my heart.