Harlem / Cold Baloney Songtext / Lyric

Cold Baloney, and I'm home by myself.

Well I'm five years old, and it sure is cold

Mama's out cookin' steak for someone else

Sure am sleepy, but I'm gonna wait till my mama comes

Well if the rich folks don't eat up all that good meat,

Mama's gonna brings me some.



Talking about that cold baloney, mayonnaise, and bread

Well if it wasn't for cold baloney, you know I would have been dead.






Poor mama, she sure looks tired

She said "what you eatin' son?"

"I believe that cold baloney sandwich looks good.

Would you please fix you mama one?"



Talking about cold baloney, mayonnaise, and bread

Well if it wasn't for cold baloney, you know I would have been dead

Baloney was good enough for my father, good enough for my mother

That baloney saved me and my brother



Cold baloney, mayonnaise, and bread