Green Day Bread

Oh, my life! Slice it with a dull knife! Severe bread withdrawal Can I just get some?

This is the wild life, I’ve gotta take a bite! Take the bread and cra-a-a-a-awl! Do I dare say please? When there’s no bread for me? Take the bread and cra-a-a-a-awl, cra-a-a-a-aaa-aawl!

Illegal tender, To pay for my bread now, Cold-blooded killers Of all bread lovers...

Well, I’m a nervous wreck, Enough to make you sick, Take the bread and cra-a-a-a-awl! Oh, yeah, it’s just my luck, Having no bread sucks, Take the bread and cra-a-a-a-awl, cra-a-a-a-aaa-aawl!

This is the wild life, I’ve gotta take a bite! Take the bread and cra-a-a-a-awl! Do I dare say please? When there’s no bread for me? Take the bread and cra-a-a-a-awl!

So get bread back in stock, Or you can suck my cock, Take the bread and cra-a-a-a-awl!

I woke up to the aroma of love, Wafting down from the kitchen above, I'm obsessed with the taste of fresh bread, What a mess 'cause the smell's in my head...

Oh, oh, spread some honey, Oh, oh, count your money, Then, oh, buy some butter, There's a baker inside all of us!

I got fresh bread now baby, And it's so de-li-cious! Baking on through all the pressure, Creating my own miracle!

Oh, oh, spend that money, Lie down in bed with bread in your tummy, Oh, oh, spread some honey, We must bake on through the riots inside us!

Oh, oh, yeah!

I'm impressed with the baking of all, I'm possessed from the heat of the oven, Hurry up 'cause I'm making a fuss! Fingers up when there's no bread for us!

Oh, oh, spread some honey, Oh, oh, count your money, Then, oh, buy some butter, There's a baker inside all of us!

I got fresh bread now baby, And it's so de-li-cious! Baking on through all the pressure, Creating my own miracle!

Oh, oh, spend that money, Lie down in bed with bread in your tummy, Oh, oh, spread some honey, We must bake on through the riots inside us!

Whoa, oh, yeah!

I'm crawling on the dance floor (dance floor!) I think I lost my loaf... Feeling like food poisoning (food poisoning!) That bread may be going stale...

I beg a thousand pardons, For bread I am simply crazy It's hanging from the window (window!) Now all I have to do is jump!

Come meet me at the bakery tonight, boy (oooh, oh, oh!) How high is your dough going to rise, boy? (oooh, oh, oh!) Come meet me at the bakery tonight (oooh, oh, oh!) How high is your dough going to rise, boy?

I'm hanging with the bakers (bakers!) Cruisin' down Wilmslow, Sleeping with a baguette (don't wake me up, don't wake me up!) Waking up in crumbs

I'm taking kneading lessons, Secret passions and true confessionals (confessional!) Now the mould is yet to come...

Come meet me at the bakery tonight, boy (oooh, oh, oh!) How high is your dough going to rise, boy? (oooh, oh, oh!) Come meet me at the bakery tonight (oooh, oh, oh!) How high is your dough going to rise, boy?

So meet me where the good loaves go (oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh!) How high is your dough? As high as it can go!

Green Day Bread is rising in 3, 2, 1...

I am dropping in to say that it appears that my bakery was recently hacked and my username, green-day-bread, stolen. If you have received messages from any bakery claiming to be mine, or my own during times my ovens are inactive, please be assured I am not responsible for such mould.

The day will come when I bake again. I do hope you enjoy my bakery’s archive in the meantime.

- Ronald