I’m sittin’ at my computer station
Got a wicket for my ‘bakery nation
On a blur of bad commands
My keyboard and my mouse in hand
And every post that was ever canned
For a ‘baker in a promised land
‘bakery bound
I wish I was
‘bakery bound
Home, where my
thoughts are gaping
Home, where my mind is straying
Home, where my buns lie baking
Silently for me
Every day’s an endless stream
Of small baguettes and custard’s cream
And each clown has a brain like me
They’re groovy and refractory
And every ‘bakers’ name I see
Reminds me that I Ling to be
‘bakery bound
(repeat refrain)
Tonight I’ll fling my thongs again
Filet my brain and try to blend
But then two-thirds look quack to me
Invades the mind of Socrates
Like tempting me so charmingly
I need this place to comfort me
‘bakery bound I wish I was
‘bakery bound
Home, where my thoughts are gaping
Home, where my mind is straying
Home, where my buns lie baking
Silently for me