3. THE BAKING SONG Songtext
von The Lancashire Hotpots

I have joined a baking class
This must be confidential
There′s me and twenty women
And they love by big utensil
I'm the only fella
But I stay in full control
The ladies flash their recipes
And then I lick their bowls
Oh, I′m a master baker
Baking just for fun
The girl next door
She likes her cakes
I'd love to give her one
My cakes are so much in demand
I wouldn't have to foist
The ladies shout and tell me
That they love it when they′re moist
The ladies have a sweeter tooth
I know they would be willing
We′d go into the kitchen


And they'd get to taste my filling
And as they stood in front of me
They′d get a big surprise
I'd knock out something special
They could even watch it rise
Oh, I′m a master baker
Baking just for fun
The girl next door
She likes her cakes
I'd love to give her one
My cakes are so much in demand
I wouldn′t have to foist
The ladies shout and tell me
That they love it when they're moist
One lady said my cakes could not
Be better than her mums
She prodded with my Battenberg
And then she squeezed my buns
I had to use protection
An apron I did wear
I put my whisk into the bowl
The cream went everywhere!