Songtext von Bread

All I, all I, all I, all I wanted Was a bit of bread Mama called me disappointment Papa called me fat I like it garlic, rye and brown Banana, honeybun Brioche, focaccia, naan Bagel, baguette and croissant I like it black and white I like it thick and fried It's always on my mind Bread (Bread, bread-bread) (B-bread, bread-bread) (Bread, bread-bread) (B-bread, bread-bread) Look at my bakery I got some cake, I got it flavory It's hot and spicy, sweet and savory Bake it, cook it, make it right Matzo, pizza make me high Sold my mom for piece of pie, bye, bye Oh, mamma mia That was a bad idea Explosive diarrhea That gluten's really bad But sorry Bread makes me kinda horny My homies tried to warn me I'm celiac and dead Bread (Bread, bread-bread) (B-bread, bread-bread) (Achoo!)