Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be 'Bakers

Bakers ain't easy to love and they're harder to know
They'd rather accumulate buns than diamonds or gold.
Custard-Filled Speed Bumps and Crois' Patterned Knickers,
And RiotGear_ForRioters.com
If you just don't get it, they won't clue you in,
they just do their thing with aplomb

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be Bakers
Don't let 'em spend hours just googlin' for stuff
Make 'em go outside and play with an orb.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be Bakers,
'Cus they'll stay there at home with their nose in a tome,
Looking for new ways to zorb,

Bakers like Lego-Shaped Ice Molds and Charming “The Snake”
Hullaballons and Toys that can go Run and Hide
Them that don't get it will bone it, and them that do,
Sometimes won't know how to take it.
They ain't wrong they're just different and their pride wont let them
Do things the way you think is right.

Mamas, please let your babies grow up to be Bakers
Please let 'em spend hours just dreaming up stuff
then going outside to make it blow up.
Mamas, please let your babies grow up to be Bakers,
'Cus they'll spend all their time time in a frenzy sublime,
creating inventions divine,