Roll of Penny’s
Adapted from “Bed of Rose’s” (Harold Reid)
I am stuck with a discriminating palate
I’m more a fan of walnuts than of wheat
But as hard as I may try, one thing I can’t deny
A twenty-seven-year-old* boy has got to eat
There’s Penny in her kitchen Monday evenin’
Warmin’ up her spy who came in from the cold
And in a sight I still am not believin’
With just a cookie sheet she fixed some rolls
This roll of Penny’s that I’m tastin’
I’d never dream was from a can
This roll of Penny’s I’m not wastin’
How she makes them I may never understand
She kissed me and said, “Secret, I’ll be busy”
And led me to my cozy easy chair
But then I saw it all in the mirror
And learned exactly how they were prepared
The dough was just laid out and never beaten
No, she didn’t even let me lick a bowl
But of the fresh baked goods I’ve ever eaten
The sweetest of them all are Penny’s rolls
This roll of Penny’s that I’m tastin’
I’d never dream was from a can
This roll of Penny’s I’m not wastin’
How she makes them I may never understand
This roll of Penny’s that I’m tastin’
I’d never dream was from a can
This roll of Penny’s I’m not wastin’
How she makes them I may never understand
Mmm mmm mmm mmmmm
*Secret’s age is to be reckoned from 1993 Sep 5.
