These yeasted goods, make me keep growin'
Ovens flaring, bread pans loadin'
Rolls and Bagels, butter flowin'
cakes with coffee, fresh from the oven,
You're old enough to bake, all that is leaven,


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But you tell me over and over, and over again, my friend,
You don't believe, we're on the verge of our luncheon.

Look at all the bread, there is in Manhattan,
Then take a look around to Paris by the Seine,
Baguettes waitin' to be sliced open,
There's cheese and salami, but how're you gonna tote it?
Answer is bread, and all those carbs - please note it!

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Don't you understand what I'm trying to say?
Can't you feel the pounds that I'm gaining today?
When the pasta is cooked, there'll be no running away,
Dr. Atkins might be right, we know he's had his say.
If I avoid the wheat goods, that's carbs I'll throw away.

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My LDL's so high, I'm like, coagulatin',
It cannot be the fat, I just can't blame the bacon,
I'm sitting here, in total frustration,
I can't twist the dough, without carmelization,
A handfull of poppy seeds completes the operation.