Lyrics Blue Plate Special (Remastered) - Freddy Cannon

Ooh-ah, ooh-ah, ooh-ah, ooh-ah, ooh-ah
Ooh-ah, ooh-ah, ooh-ah

Fried a whole potatoes
Candy games
The mash mellows melted on the sugar ham
But that's the kind of menu
Baby's planned for my blue, blue
Her blue plate special

She knows the way to a good man's heart
Must satisfy his tummy, that's where it starts
Her keeps her kettle cooking like no one can
'Cause I'm her blue plate special man
Whoa!

After dinner's over, my sweet little cook
Her turns off the lights, takes the phone off the hook
Her serves up a recipe not in the book
Gives me her blue, blue, her blue plate special

Kisses in the morning, noon, and night
Her satisfies my loving appetite
Her she's my Cleopatra with a frying pan
And I'm her blue plate special man

Yeah, whoa!
Oh, you sweet thing

Blue plate, blue plate special
Blue plate, blue plate special
Blue plate