Bread Squeezin' Blues

I got the bread squeezin' blues, babe
I got them all the day
Until I find a loaf to squeeze
These blues won't go away.

I take the bread and squeeze it
It makes me feel so good
And when I find some buns to squeeze
It eases up my mood

Obsessive compulsive disorder
Sing it if you can
Cos baby, I'm an obsessive, compulsive
Disorderly breadsqueezin' man

I found a bag of cookies
I gave the bag a squeeze
Some mudcatters lost their cookies
Well, they won't be wantin' these

The security camera caught me
My excuses all sound lame
But now that I'm on film, you see
I've got bread squeezin' fame

They said 'Why did you do it
Why squeeze the bread just so ?'
I tell them why I do it
It's because I need the dough

They got a court psychiatrist
To look inside my head
She said that all my brains looked just
Like blue mouldy squeezed bread

Bread squeezing blues, dear
I don't think I'm mad
Squeezin' bread and cookies
Is the only fun I've had

Don't give me no whisky
Lovin' me's no use
There ain't a cure in all the earth
For bad bread squeezin' blues

Oh Yeah !!!!