VERSE 1

I've had loaves by the score
None of them left me wanting more
But you, my floury bap.
There's been bread, brown and white,
Ciabattas all through the night,
But you, my floury bap.
Don't give me Allinsons or Mother's Pride.
Just leave your Hovis on the shelf.
Baker tempt me all you're able
I'm not drawn to your onion bagel
Oh my floury bap.

VERSE 2

Garlic bread and croissant;
I find your Gallic ways so passant
But you, my floury bap.
Poppy seeds on a roll;
They don't fascinate me at all,
But you, my floury bap.
You're asking me to prove my love for you
I kneed you more than I can say.
To show you I'm not bluffing
I'll turn down crumpet, cob and muffin.
Oh my floury bap.

MUSICAL INTERLUDE

Don't try to tell me what I feel is wrong.
You'd turn the head of any man.
Although you're never showy,
You thrill me when you're warm and doughy
Oh my floury bap.

VERSE 4

Soda bread and baguette;
Time together I'll soon forget,
But you, my floury bap.
Pitta bread, pizza base,
How can you even show your face,
But you, my floury bap.
Our time together always seems so short -
You only whet my appetite.
But how the memory lingers
When I come home with floury fingers.
Oh my floury bap.