Renaldo & The Loaf - The Bread Song lyrics

The thought of fresh bread drives me crazy Brown, crisp rolls, fresh and warm I roam the streets for baker's shops Compelled to enter each I pa** I once rode in a baker's van Down the road when I was small Could this have started my obsession Or is there some more sinister cause? I had a friend who was the same Biting corners from his purchase Murmuring some sweet endearment To the yeasty object of his love My pa**ion's getting out of hand I'm rapidly losing control Each room is stacked up to the ceiling With it's moulding, doughy crew So if you chance to see me walking Or stumbling with a heavy loud Please relieve me of my burden And check my pocket for hidden rolls