[Intro]
Flour dust, nerves in flight
Oven hums a quirky light
[Verse]
Stressed baker, whisk trembling in the air
Bakes a cake with a courteous flair
Polite magic rises from the glow
The crowd lines up in a gentle row
[Chorus]
Queue's for me!
Polite lines march, everyone on cue
I'm the baker who can't be served
[Verse]
Chaos in order, shelves stand straight
Please and thank you fill the gate
The queue grows taller, neat and tight
And I stay last, unserved and polite
[Chorus]
Queue's for me!
Polite lines march, everyone on cue
I'm the baker who can't be served
[Bridge]
Irony tastes sweet, like cream and sugar
Kindness keeps me waiting, seconds longer
[Outro]
Back to the oven, dough and dream
