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Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique :: "Gold" by Spandau Ballet Lyrics :: One bacon maple bar One banana Cronut to go Two cream puffs with custard and jam This is my lunch hour Why not try fried sugar and dough Rather have a sweet than sour Oh, but I want them fresh and I want them warm Nothing left over from last week Not one you marked as antique Oh... Your doughs, sir, are cold Your doughnuts are petrified Fossilized fritters like rocks All indestructable I put one down my pants, and it's cold Ancient artifacts, not dessert Always believe in Doughnuts indestructable Your doughnuts are cold as ice Now I am tasting one I am stunned by the lack of flavor Someone used Superglue for icing My face is stuck to glass You glued my lips to the donut counter I need them hot, I need them fresh How can you fail with so much hot burning oil I should throw it all in your face But, I am too busy playing bass Oh, Christ, these damn doughnuts are cold Your crumb doughnuts are much too
