She said, 'Mr. Jellyroll Baker

Let me be your slave

When Gabriel blows his trumpet

Then I'll rise from my grave


For some-a your jellyro-oll

Yes, I love a good jellyroll'

It is good for the sick

Yes, and it's good for the old'


I was sentenced for murder

In the 1st degree

*The judge's wife called up and says

'Let that man go free'


He's a jellyroll baker

He's got the best jellyroll in town

He's the only man can bake jellyroll

With his damper down


Once in a hospital

Shot all full-a holes

The nurse left the man dyin'

An says he's got to get her jellyroll


His good old jell-e-e-y

She says, 'I love my good jellyroll'

She says, 'I ruther let him lose his life

Than to miss my good jellyroll'


Lady asked me who learnt me

How to bake good jellyroll?

I says, 'It's nobody, Miss

'It's just a gift from my soul'

To bake good jellyro-oll

Mmm-mmm, that good ol' jellyroll


She says, 'I love your jellyroll

It do's me good deep down in my soul

She says, 'Can I put in a order

For two weeks ahead?

I'd ruther have your jelly-roll

Than my home-cooked bread'


I love your jell-e-e-y

I love your good jellyroll

It's just like Maxwell House Coffee

It's good, deep down in my soul.


~


*(he was a brown eyed handsome man)