Baby it's getting close to midnight
And there's no pie in town
The baker's all the way in Wynnum
I need some pie pound for pound.
If there's some eating to be done
before the light comes to dawn
You better know that I'm the one
So unchain your back door invite me around

[chorus]
Bring your baker, bring your baker to the cookoff
Let 'em cool, let 'em cook, let 'em cook.

Baby it's getting close to daybreak
and still I have no pie
No meat filling my tummy ache
Just an empty stomach and no bloody pie
I want steak and kidney baby
'Cause I'm a long - haired dude with attitude
You just pray that I can wait
'Cause I know that pie better be baked.

So pick up your foolish pride, no going back
No way hosay I'm not eating that!

[chorus]
Bring your baker, bring your baker to the cookoff
Let 'em cool, let 'em cook, let 'em cook.