Mike Batt - The Escapade lyrics

Narration: there was one who was famed for the number of things He forgot when he entered the ship: His umbrella, his watch, all his j**els and rings, And the clothes he had bought for the trip. He had forty-tow boxes all carefully packed, With his name painted clearly on each; But since he omitted to mention the fact, They were all left behind on the beach. He came as a baker; but owned, when too late- And it drove the poor bellman half mad- He could only bake bridecake -for which, I may state, No materials were to be had. I came as the baker on this escapade, I knead the dough, but I can't look after the bread, The banker does it instead, And although I never feel afraid, Somehow I know It could be the single worst mistake I've ever made, To come as the baker on this escapade.