The House Of The Raison Bun

There’s a bak’ry in Hoboken
They call the Raison Bun
And it’s fattened and slain many a poor boy
And I know, I’m one

My mother was a baker
And she baked with jelly beans
My father was a samplin’ man
It was in his genes

Now the only thing an eater needs
Is cake, a great big hunk
And the only time he’ll be satisfied
Is with a donut he can dunk

Oh, mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in tummy misery
In the House of The Raison Bun

Well, I’ve got one foot on the floorboard
With a cookie in my hand
I’m a prisoner in Hoboken
With strawberries that are canned

There’s a bak’ry in Hoboken
They call the Raison Bun
And it’s fattened and slain many a poor boy
And I know, I’m one