All l, all I, all l, all I wanted was a bit of bread

Mama called me disappointment, papa called me fat

I like it garlic, rye and brown, banana, honey bun

Brioche, focaccia, naan, bagel, baguette and croissant

I like it black and white, I like it thick and fried

It's always on my mind – bread

Look at my bakery

I got sum cake, I got it flavory

It's hot and spicy, sweet and savory

Bake it, cook it, make it right

Matzo, pizza make me high

Sold my mom for piece of pie, bye, bye

Oh mamma mia, that was a bad idea

Explosive diarrhea, that gluten's really bad

But sorry, bread makes me kinda horny

My homies tried to warn me - I'm celiac and dead

Bread