So huge and they were heavy
Harder than concrete
Our mother's pastry, pride and joy
We'd not dare refuse to eat

Her old fam'ly favorite
Now and then, she would bake
Could hit 'em with a hammer
And the hammer would just break..

They Were Mama's Rolls,
They Were Mama's Rolls....

Like death row, we waited
Last meal comin' around
Kept hopin' they might just burn up
In the oven, turn dark brown

Prayin' for a miracle
Governor might phone
Then, that hot door opened,
All we could do was moan...

They Were Mama's Rolls
They Were Mama's Rolls

They're Mama's Rolls, that nobody liked
Feared by the very old, and us little tykes
Rather bury them..in big deep holes
But, we had to eat, our Mama's Rolls

She'd wait to hear our praises
So proudly standing by
"These really are delicious, Mom.."
With broken teeth, we'd lie..

They Were Mama's Rolls,
They Were Mama's Rolls

She'd smile at us, contented
And say, "Have some more.."
With our mouths all dented
We'd just echo, "Shore!.."

But, when she'd turn and leave the kitchen
They'd drop for our dog, Spot
Old Spot was not a dummy
He'd take one sniff and trot

They're Mama's Rolls, that nobody liked
Feared by the very old, and us little tykes
Rather bury them in big deep holes
But, we had to eat our Mama's Rolls...