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!