Cordon Blues Lyrics - Linda Lewis

I got the cordon blues 

I just can't cook for my guy 

I got the cordon blues 

He don't taste my honey pie 

He says 

There's too much sugar in a tea 

I pray one day 

I'll find that recipe 

It's true, I got the cordon blues 

My oven won't stay alive all night 

I got the cordon blues 

Now my baby lost his appetite 

I wanna slow you up 

And make your steam rise high, hi-hi-high 

You know I'll be your slave 

But you'll never be satisfied 

I need some jelly in my roll 

I need some hot sauce on my chips 

Won't cha dip your doughnuts in my bowl 

I wanna lick your fingertips 

[blues guitar solo] 

I need some jelly in my roll 

I need some... on my chips 

I wanna dip my doughnuts in your bowl 

So I can lick your fingertips 

Whoa, oh, oh, the cordon blues 

I just can't cook for my guy 

I'm telling you, I got the cordon blues 

You won't taste my honey pie 

After dinner, he deserves in 

For a tastier kind of dish 

You know I'm too many cooks 

Can given his every little wish