[Chorus: Penn]
Because you know I'm all about that baste
'Bout that baste, more butter
I'm all about that baste
'Bout that baste, more butter
I'm all about that baste
'Bout that baste, more butter
I'm all about that baste
'Bout that baste, baste, baste, baste

[Verse 1: Penn, Lola]
On Thanksgiving day, I think it's pretty true
Us guys can't make it, make it like we're supposed to do
The dining room, room, room, we have no taste
We put all the wrong forks in all the wrong places
I see the magazines with all the recipes
My daughter, she could make it, but me? "Daddy, please..."
So mommy hands me this and says you gotta sop
'Til every inch of it is perfect from the bottom to the top

[Pre-Chorus: Penn]
Woah yeah momma, she told me to worry about the pies
(Don't worry, worry, don't worry, worry)
She said I'd burn 'em because I screw up everything I try
(You cannot cook it, he's gonna burn it)
She said your stuffing is dry and your casserole's made all wrong
(It looks like pudding, disgusting)
So take this baster and timer and go ahead and move along
[Chorus: Penn]
And so I'm all about that baste
'Bout that baste, more butter
I'm all about that baste
'Bout that baste, more butter
I'm all about that baste
'Bout that baste, more butter
I'm all about that baste
'Bout that baste

[Verse 2: Penn]
Oh I'm bringing butter back
Don't try to wear those skinny britches, nah
'Cause I'ma pour this all over that
And I'm here to tell you every inch of it is perfect from the bottom to the top, yeah