If it wasn´t for your mother´s jam
Nothing else would taste quite the same
She taught me ´bout the cactus and the bees
That´s what makes the cherries sweet

If it wasn´t for your mother´s jam
I don´t think you and me could be friends
Just when I think that I´m getting bored
That´s when she takes it out the cupboard

I´ve been watering the bings hangin´ on the tree
I think they sway up and down for me
I think I´ll water them some more cos they´re so thirsty
And when the sun leaves, they´ll be ripe for picking

They say all the birds your age are flappin down on pearl
But the bees are making honey for another girl
So let´s hang cos I think I´ll be just in time
When the bread is rising in the oven, it´s a sign for

Jam, your mother´s jam, your mother´s
Jam

If it wasn´t for your mother´s jam
I don´t think I would understand
How to age to perfection
Spread it all over my complexion

And when we all gather ´round to label the jars
I feel like I´m writing miniature love letters
I´m getting territorial urges with your dad
Is it wrong that I get off when I´m making him mad?

They say all the birds your age are flappin´ down on pearl
But all the bees are makin´ honey for another girl
So let´s hang out cos I´m thinkin´ I´ll be just in time
When the bread is rising in the oven
It´s a sign for

Jam, your mother´s jam, your mother´s
Jam

Is it passe that I don´t want any other?
Spread it on buns with my favorite nut butter
Sophisticated is my pallet, like a man
I´m such a fan, such a fan, such a fan