All alone at the parlor last evening
Tryin hard to hide disgust at the food
I was loathing your blueberry muffins
That were soft and blue

You know I've always been a burner
(Can't stop at golden brown)
And it's so hard to change
(Rock hard to keep it down)
If there's nothing left for grillin'
I'm gonna pout
And gonna shout
And holding out for coal

So put it on the fireplace
And burn it all dry
And bake it to the limit
Every time

You can spend all your time on it, honey
You can spend al your dough, every dime
At the end, if my teeth crack it open
It won't be mine

I'm just searching for the well done
(No clue at what was there)
Till it can't burn no more
(Can't taste it anywhere)
If there's air left for breathing
Then just shove it back
Till it's charred black
And the oven cracks somewhere

And put heat on the high grade
And burn me some dine
And bake it to the limit
One more time