The Cold Roll

Your jelly roll ain't what it was
When I met you back in '31
Time was home I'd come
And your jellyroll was yum yum yum
You used to serve it hot any time of day
But now when you serve it, it's cold as clay

I like my jelly, I like my jellyroll
But how can I like it when you serve it cold
I like that jellyroll, in the morning it is cold
I like my jellyroll, in the morning it is cold
But it's been warmer than my toes, it's froze

Well, go and tell me Mama
Have you lost your cookbook?
On how you bake jellyroll or am I mistook
Now ain't this really the cold sweet potato pie
You know that the tongue of the connoisseur don't lie

What's the matter with this here jelly roll
Is the oven broke or out of control
I'm losin' sleep and hungry, can't you see?
I do believe you lost your recipe

I like that jellyroll, in the morning it is cold
I like that jellyroll, in the morning it is cold
But it's much colder than my nose, it's just froze

Well, I'm gonna take you, baby, to the Turkish bath
To put some heat in your yas, yas, yas
We'll come on home and start to bake
Some of that good juicy, jelly roll cake

If that don't work, I got the fix-it kit comin'
Somethin's probably wrong with your gut plumbin'
I hope I can fix it 'cause as you can see
Your jelly roll ain't what it used to be