Bakin' at the Baker's Ball

There's gonna be a Baker's Ball...

Tonight at the baker’s hall...

And you know you're invited one and all...

Come on bakers, grab your Cocktail Mice
load your Phone Pistol, take your Vitamin Spice
don't forget your Spongeformed Ice...
‘cause, we're going to the Baker's Ball. (yes!)

ring your Pencil Bell, light your Whistling Bong
grab a Pet Beer to take along,
it feels so good, it must be wrong
we’re Bakin’ at the Baker’s Ball

All the vets and the newbies are boogying together
the fruity guys are dressed in all Apple Leather
the greatest of the bakers and the satirists too
screaming "please bun me, and I'll bun you."

the moderators are dancing with the trolls
IBD'ers are swinging OB souls
across the floor and up the wall
we're bakin at the Bakers Ball.
Bakin’ at the Baker’s Ball

everybody’s encouraged each other
to come up with something original, brother
smear my body up with custard
and take me to the Bakers Ball

pass the Safe Drug, and pour the Ball Lightning Wine
I’ll Tickle Your Elbow, If you’ll tickle mine
I’m gonna Lumbago ‘till I go blind
I’m Bakin at the Baker’s Ball

White ones, black ones, yellow ones, ocher ones,
Flocking Road Cones looking for broker ones
the meanest of the bakers and the vindictive too
screaming "don’t bone me, or I'll bone you."

everybody’s bakin’ in batches,
Pyrotechnic Billiards burning like matches
I'm looking for something to itch my scratches
I’m bakin’ at the Baker’s Ball. (Yall)
Bakin’ at the Baker’s Ball.