Her name was Shirley, she was a ‘baker,
With wagging-ponytail hair, and a magnetic dress to wear,
She would pun-word-play, and abbreviate,
And while the hat tipped on her car, [bleh] A.L.T.A.R.,
Across a crowded site, they worked all through the night,
On their bee and jam
idea,
Until they got it right!
At the Halfbaked (Half!), Halfbakeria (Halfbakeria)
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At the Halfbaked (Half!), Halfbakeria
Ideas and passion were always the fashion
At the Halfbaked....they fell in buns
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His name was [zen_tom], he wore a Flare Thong,
He was escorted to his lair, he saw Shirley bakin’ there
And when he pointed, there was no finger,
He brought ninjas all from miles, Shirley’s pirates came from aisles
And then the punches flew and spines were smashed in two
There was bones and an MFD shot,
But just who shot who?
At the Halfbaked (Half!), Halfbakeria (Halfbakeria)
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At the Halfbaked (Half!), Halfbakeria
Ideas and passion were always the fashion
At the Halfbaked....they fell in bones
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(Talking Wikipedia, no-one believes ya)
(Ideas and passion...always the fash--shun)
Her name is Shirley, she was a ‘baker
But that was 30 years ago, now there’s no more buns to show
Crashed back in 04, but not for Shirley
Still in the dress she used to wear, broken ponytail in her hair
She sits there so refined, and bakes herself half-blind
She lost her youth and she lost her [zen_tom]
Now she's lost her mind!
At the Halfbaked (Half!), Halfbakeria (Halfbakeria)
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At the Halfbaked (Half!), Halfbakeria
Ideas and passion were always the fashion
At the Halfbaked....don’t fall in love with somebody who associates themselves with a violent faction of historical Japanese warriors opposed in a deadly mythical feud with your own similarly fanatical band of nautical thieves and murderers…
(Halfbaked) don't fall in love
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