Lyrics:

Saturday morning found me itching
To get on over to my grandma's kitchen
(And what you gonna do, honey)
The sweetest little berries was cooking up right
And then we'd put them in a canning jar and seal them up tight
We were making jam
(What kind?)
Strawberry jam, that's what kind
(Aw, the good kind)
Yeah, if you want the best jam
You gotta make your own

We have Smucker's, Welches, Knotts Berry Farm
But a little homemade jam never did a body no harm
A little local motion is all we need
To close down these corporate jam factories
We'll be making jam
Strawberry jam, mmmm-mm
If you want the best jam
You gotta make your own
(Make that jam Doc, show 'em how it's done)

Yeah, we have a little revolution sweeping the land
Now once more everybody's making homemade jam
So won't you call your friends up on the telephone
You invite 'em on over, you make some jam of your own
You'll be making jam
Strawberry jam
If you want the best jam
You gotta make your own
(Go on Jerry, let the jelly roll)

(Jerry's makin' jam)

(That's Mark O'Connor
He likes jam too)
[Aw yeah, as sweet as strawberry jam, honey]
(Uh-ha)

Saturday morning found me itching
To get on over to my grandma's kitchen
Where the sweetest little berries were cooking up right
And then we'd put them in a canning jar and seal them up tight
We was making jam
Strawberry jam, that's what kind
If you want the best jam
You gotta make your own
Aw, one more time
Oh, makin' that jam
Yeah, Strawberry jam
If you want the best jam
You gotta make your own