Corn Puddin'

Corn puddin'
Corn puddin'
Corn puddin', corn puddin', corn puddin', corn puddin'

My gal loves corn puddin'
She eats it constantly
Sometimes I get to wondering
Does she love it more than me?
Does she love it more than me?

My guy loves corn puddin'
I've got the recipe
So if he wants my puddin'
He'll have to marry me
Oh, he'll have to marry me

You put the corn in the puddin'
And the puddin' in the bowl
You put the bowl in your belly
'Cause it's good for the soul
You put the corn in the puddin'
And the puddin' in the bowl
You put the bowl in your belly
'Cause it's good for the soul

Who wants corn puddin'?
We want corn puddin'!
Who wants corn puddin'?
We want corn puddin'!

"I think they want us to take a verse"
"I'm not singing and you're not singing"
"Come on, could be fun"
"No... Do not"

Never had corn puddin'
"Why?"
And it may be a waste
But if you've got some extry
"Extry..."
I sure would like a taste
Oh, she sure would like a taste

Corn, corn, corn, corn, corn...
Puddin'!
Yum!



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Cinco
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