I open up the bakery in the morning light,
My mother says, "When you gonna bake your life right?"
Oh mother dear, we're not the fortunate ones,
And cooks, they want to have buns,
Oh, cooks just want to have buns.

The oven bakes in the middle of the night,
My baker yells, "What you gonna make that's light?"
Oh baker dear, you know you're still number one,
But cooks, they want to have buns,
Oh, cooks just want to have—

That's all they really want,
Some buns.
When the working day is done,
Oh, cooks, they want to have buns,
Oh, cooks just want to have buns.

Some boys take a crusty whole bun
And eat jt away from the rest of the world.
I want to be the one to bake all the buns
And cooks, they want to have buns,
Oh, cooks just want to have—

That's all they really want,
Some buns.
When the working day is done,
Oh, cooks, they want to have buns,
Oh, cooks just want to have buns,
They want to have buns,
They want to have buns…