The Biscuit Song

1986: This song started life as "The Steel Blues", about despair and poverty in Pittsburgh after the steel mills closed in the face of foreign competition.
I quickly realized that this was a bit pretentious coming from someone who had only lived in Pittsburgh for about a year in the 1980's.
I then changed the topic to something of which I had far more firsthand knowledge.
Much later, I re-wrote the last verse based on an inspiration from my stepkids.
(They once claimed I was the title character in the nursery rhyme "The Muffin Man" because of my insatiable appetite for bread and other grain-based foodstuffs).


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Synopsis: Traditional 12-bar blues praising baked goods.

Lyrics

I love to eat a biscuit
That you know I can't deny
I love that biscuit baby
That you know I can't deny
I want to split that biscuit open
And smear my butter 'round inside

I'll eat at a nice clean table
Or in the garden under the hedge
I'll eat at a nice clean table
Or in the garden under the hedge
I'm gonna squeeze that biscuit baby
And lick up the honey around the edge

White bread, black bread, Italian bread is fine
Rye bread, French bread, tortillas all the time
Rice cakes, matzo, they all drive me insane
A hundred ways to stack a sandwich but the biscuit's all the same

I'll break bread with a princess
With a beauty or a beast
I'll break bread with a poor girl
With a beauty or a beast
You can bake biscuits with a pinch of sugar
But you don't need any yeast

Hot buns, fresh buns, honey buns they flirt
Hard buns, soft buns, sticky buns for dessert
I love a good roll or a doughnut hole; it all drives me insane
A hundred ways to stack a sandwich but the biscuit's all the same

They call me the muffin man baby
'Cause I just can't get my fill
They call me the muffin man baby
'Cause I just can't get my fill
I ate every biscuit I ever was offered
And you know I always will

White bread, brown bread, sourdough is fine
Wheat bread, nut bread, pita bread all the time
I love corn bread, but you can call it maize
A hundred ways to stack a sandwich but the biscuits still amaze me now



Copyright 1986, 2002 Jeff Buser.

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