Hear me, you lords and lady shoppers,
I descend upon your mall from outside.
I demand your very cash, you old store-hoppers.
Laid before all is mine.
I've got sourdough and rye.

Can you hear me, you jocks and prissy cheerleaders?
I stand before you, aproned to the nines.
My pastries are the best, that you can trust.
Your money shall be mine.
D'you want sourdough or rye?

Sister, I wouldn't lie to you.
Mister, couldn't you buy?
My dough is the best, you
will love it forever! (and ever, and ever and ever!)

(Guitar Solo)

Start the Sidewalk Sale,
they can fly through.
Hit me with thunder, fire, I'll survive.
My yeast defies the laws of nature, I'll come out alive.
Come and get some!

I call to you, you shod and shady senators.
Give up the goods, give out the glad happy cries.
I challenge the Mrs. Fields and her chain o' stores.
And with a smile...I'll bake for you the sourdough or rye.

(Guitar Solo with slight drunken singing)

Drunks:
Do you know the muffin man?
The muffin man?
The muffin man?

(fade out)