Friday night and the lights are low
Bread machine wants to knead some dough
It wants to make a French loaf
Country white or wheat
something for you to eat
Any kind of mix will do
It will take an hour or two
With a bit of bread yeast
It'll rise just fine
It's in the mood to spin
You don't need a rolling pin

Chorus:
It is the bread machine
Hummin sweet, roll that ball of dough
Bread machine
Feel the heat and watch it go
It can dance it can jive
Makes better bread than your wife
No messy pots, nice and clean
Dig it, the bread machine

It's a pleaser, you turn it on
As soon as that loaf's done, it's gone
cousins, uncles and brothers
Everyone will eat
You're in the mood for bread
Til everyone is fed

Repeat chorus