There really was something off about this game, could be too good to be true,
It feels very real and not so lame, & tasty too,
This yellow apron's really calling to me,
And when I touch it, I feel like I've known it for a long time, though I feel a little heavy, tee hee hee.

Chorus-This apron smells like a Nutter Butter 2x

Somehow I'm towering over these peanut cookie fields, since I put this thing on,
And my young body growing thicker like dough, Mommy's expanding like her young,
This shirt stretches longer and gains a pattern of nuts, of course they're my babies,
And the heels of these slippers are shriveling to two inches, though I can't that over my lovely expanding tummy.

Chorus 2x
The brim of this odd looking hat is stretching wide back to the one I understand,
So on it goes, on top of the curly auburn locks they flows, for I am the literally heavyweight peanut grower of Candyland.

(During the saxophone solo, more and more did the little girl get fatter and fatter, and she was happier, since she was filling the apron to fit perfectly. As her orange shirt felt more like a dress, her original memories were replaced with new ones about starting the farm when the game first came out & caring for it making her happy and big. She doesn't even remember someone like her buying the game. She looked over to see the female who used to be her attractive aunt getting younger and thinner. Her hoodie and skirt fused into a purple cartoonish small princess unitard while her hair changed to orange red, got bigger & was tied with a lollipop tiara into a wild ponytail. Oddly enough, the sleeves of the former niece's dress and the sleeves of the former aunt's hoodie, all 4 of them inflated immensely like balloons, making them both giggle a lot, until all 4 were the shape of perfectly spherical gumballs. Thanks to that, the new small little girl wasn't Nutt's aunt anymore but her granddaughter.)

All 4 sleeves have inflated bountiful,
Now some big Green working gloves are falling onto my hands,
It's easy to see, your eager majesty, I'm glad we're both back to Candyland!

Chorus 7x

Gramma Nutt: Ho ho ho ho, I feel so bigger and better, although some kind of Violet fly swatter has followed us & I think I know why the plastic one is growing to look like a discus.
Princess Lolly: Hey, that's because it's turning back into my specter.
Gramma Nutt: That's what I thought. Come, my basket of a dog, we have a harvest to perform.