Want to own a bakery?
Be an artisan of pastry craft?
Beause if you want a loaf not short,
A loaf that is so outstanding
Reckon the power of the yeast
For it is the bread dough riser
10 packets for 6 dollars and 60 cents

What did I know?
My mind was blank
I kneaded dough so much my fingers would ache all the time
A bakery
I could achieve
To bake wheat, rye or white, all for the public so fancy
One day I saw
Crossing the street
An old magician with a warped mind staring straight at me

Still in my dreams
I always bear
That cursed purchase that pissed me off, my kitchen needs repair

Said "Hey now, Jack
Your bread loaves turning slack?
Come have a look and see
Purchase this pack from me
Can't resist!
Buy this now or it will be missed
This is the real deal
That I'm willing to sell
$6.66--the power of my yeast
Super high rate of gas released"

Cash exchanged and
Walked to my place
Then I start to try a new loaf of rye
So that night
The flour is mixing right
The baking soon begun
Oven gets it done
$6.66 for power of his yeast
Bowl of dough was sitting out all night

(A dough rising solo)

The morning comes
Walk in kitchen--Oh Lord!
The dough has now congealed
All over walls and beams
The crazy sprawl
All on the chairs and boards
Can't believe my eyes, the dough ball's oversize!

6 feet thick! The power of the yeast
6 feet thick! A disaster for me!

Now looking back
I have now learned
To resist any sales pitch
From any strange vendor
Such muck and mire
And now of course
I had to hire
A maid to clean up all the floors