"I think it's recordin-TIT wa*k" We close up at half past five The sun beats across the sky When we've had our fill of bread rave There's only one thing that we can try "Good sir I would command you to stop!- There is a cat on my bu*tocks!" Lock the door of the bakery store We head to our secret hideout We whip out our D&D And play our hearts out My Paladin, is better than yours It's better than sliced bread and maybe Jaws Your wizard s**s against a 2d9 blade There are better cla**es that you could have played Maybe a sorcerer, those are cool Or maybe a druid, not a wizard you fool! I'm the dungeon-master, and maybe you'll see Why I'll always be greater than ye I'm sorry It's not your fault You were just born stupid Not worth your salt I'm a super 1337 pro And you'll never know What it's like We play away into the night Rolling dice, battling knights When the sun comes up again It catches us by surprise It's time for work it's a brand new day It's time to go back to the bread rave Open up the doors and bake some cake Don't lick the pastry for heaven's sake People aren't gonna want your germs Well maybe that creepy guy called Herm He comes in here every day He stares at your arse, by the way Baking bread is my call in life I'll do it forever until I die I love the way that bread can rise Into loads of funny shapes, Even into disguise But I can still see it with my eyes And today I made a new ally I'll test him out, can he make cake? Anyway, solo powers activate!