Believe it or not, this lyric is based on a true incident
once told to me by a female friend.
The woman in question was someone she knew, who
was much more disturbed over having wasted her money
on something she would never eat than on her date
canceling out.  The reaction has stayed with me all
these years.

 

Pumpernickel Bread

The table is set
And the casserole is baking,
Just started to get
The salad I'm making
When all of a sudden---bang!
The telephone rang.

He can't come tonight,
He can't come tonight---
Yes, that's what the bastard just said;
He won't come tonight,
He won't come tonight,
And I even bought him pumpernickel bread.

He can't come tonight,
He can't come tonight---
OK, so he just won't get fed;
I wouldn't care so much,
I wouldn't care so much
If it wasn't for that pumpernickel bread.

I don't like pumpernickel bread, you know---
I only eat white or rye;
I went and wasted all that dough,
Now it'll just get stale and dry.

He can't come tonight,
He can't come tonight,
So I'll eat his portion instead;
I'll eat the casserole,
I'll eat the salad, too---
But who's gonna eat the pumpernickel bread?

                            II
He can't come tonight,
He can't come tonight---
Goddamnit, have I been misled!
I shoulda bought him buns
Or even kaiser rolls--
But he said he wanted pumpernickel bread.

All men are that way,
They all are that way---
They don't give a fuck till you're dead;
You go and clean for them,
You go and cook for them---
And you even buy them pumpernickel bread.

You buy them pumpernickel bread, and they
Don't care which kind you like most;
It's hard to cut, and, by the way,
It won't even make good French toast.

Guess I'll stay at home,
I'm gonna stay home---
I'll eat and then hop into bed;
And when I say my prayers,
I'm gonna say my prayers
And pray that he chokes on pumpernickel bread.
 

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