My god sits in the back of a bakery
    My god comes in brown paper packaging
    My god tastes like butter not margarine
    My god's a tasty little cake with glace cherries

I have arrived  and this time you should buy a cake
I made every one and I know that they're ready to eat
I'll bake them as long as you'll pay for them
I play a game
It's called pastry maing
    
Cakemakers
Cakemakers
Cakemakers, Inc.
Cakemakers
    
I ate every little one a and just a little more
I sold them all but don't you dare call em a whore
And when I pipe the cream not a drop will go to watse
It's really fucking great when you get to the taste
(Souffle taster)
    
Cakemakers
Cakemakers
Cakemakers, Inc.
Cakemakers
    
All our bread
How did we ever get by without you?
You're so nice
I bet you think this icing is for you, don't you?
Don't you? Don't you?
Don't you?
    
Now I belong I'm one of the tasty ones
Now I belong I'm one of the cakey ones