I hate
When all I want is a biscuit or a small cake
Ain't even in the distribution so it crumbs, mate
What baker could think that this is right? Oh, it ain't right
'Cause I estimate
About half of it ends up in my lap, insane
Or on my best shirt or right upon the floor, shit
Yeah, that shouldn't be how this works, ain't right, no, it ain't right

It's turnin' into flakes, how rude
This sucks, all I wanna do is fill up my mouth and chew
Like food in my face, it's true
Not just occasional (-ccasional, oh-oh-oh, yeah)
Too flaky, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Too flaky, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Hear you
Claimin' all of the fault's on me, I feel that's quite rude
Your logic's a little bit bogus, let me go through
Ev'ry point because they're pretty stupid, I know it's mean, still right
I use a plate, eat over it now
Big bites aren't in, I put it down
On said plate right between ev'ry single little bite, yet still find

The donut, slice or cake is rude
And flakes right upon my shoes, up in my eyebrows, confused
How they got there, mate, yet you
Think I'm still blameable (blameable, oh-oh-oh, yeah)
Too flaky, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Too flaky, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Is it a crime to want when one chows down to not have a mess all around?
Too flaky, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (yeah, yeah, freaky)

Shouldn't be a constant damn occurrence, it's a total farce
Ev'ry pastry I have crumbles hard into tiny pieces, base component parts
Might start lookin' hard into if I've pissed off a witch or some bullshit
I've switched bakeries and what products that I've bought, it made jack-all diff'rence
They're all in bits and that's a problem when all I want is a snack for munchin'
And eatin' one enormous pile of crumbs is, to be real honest, not gonna cut it
It still tastes good, I know (know) but the texture now just blows
Isn't fair to pay the full price for a brownie that now won't have the bite that's so squidgy, it's a joke, yeah

It's the sad truth that I'm always screwed
Ev'ry day, feel unstable, I wish it was more explainable, it just blows, yeah
Shouldn't be true that I'm always screwed
Ev'ry pastry's unstable, they barely touch lips, now they're flakes, dude
Too flaky, ooh-ooh-ooh (rude), ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (yeah), ooh-ooh
Too flaky, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Got a hunch that as soon as I learn how to make my own, they'll work it out
Stop flakin', ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, yeah, stop flakin', ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh