Slowly, gently, night unfurls its pastries,
Grasp it, sense it, fresh and warm and tender,
Turn your face away from the cold, hard light of day,
Turn your face away from cold, unfeeling light,
But you must beware the ‘boner of the night

Close your eyes and surrender to your halfbaked dreams,
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before,
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar,
And you'll bake as you've never baked before

Softly, deftly, others shall caress you,
Hear them, feel them, pride shall soon possess you,
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind,
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight,
But you must beware the ‘boner of the night

Let your mind start a journey into a strange, new world,
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before,
Let your soul take you where you long to bake,
Only then can you belong to the ‘bakery

Floating, falling, sweet pastrification,
Tumescent, butter and flour and inspiration,
Let the dream begin, let your rational side give in,
To the harmony which dreams alone can write,
But you must beware the ‘boner of the night

You alone cannot win this dreadful fight,
Help me find the ‘boner of the night.