Baker, baker, baker boy
Bake a girl, bake a boy

They come to me for donuts
And blueberry pie
They love my creme merengue
And my fresh-baked rye

Have a taste, have a taste
Help yourself, feel free
It’s just you and me
In the fabulous bakery, yeah

Try the maja-blanca
And my leche flan
I never use brown sugar
Or milk from a can

Have a taste, have a taste
Help yourself, feel free
It’s just you and me
In the fabulous bakery, now yeah-yeah

Last Christmas, Papa died in a freak baking accident, how i cried
Too much flour and too much yeast
A costly mistake for the perfect fruitcake

The fabulous baker boy, that's me
Yeah, that's me

Baker, baker, baker boy
Bake a girl, bake a boy

Bake you this, bake you that
I don't care if you get fat
Bake it fast, bake it quick
Shadow jumped over the candlestick

- Good morning, Mr. Baker Boy.
- Good morning to you too, sir. Welcome to the bakery.

- Oh, thank you. But you know, as a baker myself, I'm always partner. What are some your secrets in making your fantastic fruitcake?
- First, you have to love what you're doing.

- Of course, you have to love what you're doing, of course. But, ah, what else, besides it, the technical matters, you know.
- First, you have to taste what you're doing.

- Okay. And, and... and I guess the next thing you're going to say is that "you have to smell what you're doing"?
- No. Next is you have to love yourself and feel free.

- Feel free. Feel free to do what, if I may ask?
- Feel free to have a taste and hop yourself in.

- Oh, okay. "Feel free to taste and to take a bite." This is very, very informative. So...
- Yeah. Take a bite of the fruitcake.

- Of the fr... But, wait a minute, before you take a bite on the fruitcake, you have to bake a fruitcake first right?
- Yes. To start baking the fruitcake, we need fruits, correct?

- Uh, yes, that is also correct.
- That is also our song.

- Yes, that's a very, very good song.
- Those fruits, they come from my friend, the Fruit Fairy.

- Uh, the Fruit Fairy. Uh, he or she?
- Uh, he- she, uh, he lives around the corner down the bend.

- Uh, okay, okay, I see. Okay, so what else is the possible secret for the fruitcake that you make, darling?
- Uh, let me see, oh, my good friend is the Motherpackers.

- Wait a minute. I'm beginning to wonder, are you the one who makes the fruitcake or is it the friends that do it?
- I actually order them from the Swiss alps, and then I repackage them here.

- Wait a minute, wait a minute. So that means you don't have actually makes the fruitcakes?
- Am I supposed to be the one who makes the fruitcake?