Dbm Ab Her name was Flora Spread and she lived on Hovis Hill A D Ab Overlooking Baker Town from the window of her flour mill Dbm Ab The bright lights of the city fueled her longing to create A D Ab With the innovative bakers with whom she knew she could relate Dbm Ab A D Ab She saw the cakes they cooked and the muffins that they made Dbm Ab A D Ab But she kept on beating her bread, all the while feeling betrayed Dbm Ab A D Ab That her mother left her in this mess of yeast, flour and dough Dbm Ab A Ab Dbm B Gb She must taste inspiration and stop chewing the bread of woe Dbm B Gb Woah-oah-oah Dbm B Down in baker town lived Victoria Sponge Gb Ab But her cakes just weren't selling so she knew that it was time to take Dbm B A plunge into the new, and see things from a brand new view B Ab "And yes young Miss Flora I am talking to you Dbm Ab A D Ab Won't you come down that hill of yours and work here in my shop? Dbm Ab A D Ab You might have to bake until the ovens pop! Dbm Ab A D Ab But I need your creative eye Dbm Ab A Ab With my wisdom and your innovation Dbm Ab A Ab Dbm B Gb Together we can bake the Perfect Success Pie Dbm B Gb Success Pie Dbm B Gb Ab Success Pie-ie-iee" A Ab Bread! BREAD! Dbm Ab A D Ab Dbm Ab A Ab Dbm Ab After just one week in that shop, Flora's business was booming A D Ab Her creativity blooming and her customers consuming Dbm Ab But looming, on the horizon, lay a rising problem A D Ab People couldn't stop eating, and there was nothing that could stop them Dbm Ab A D Ab What was once a people of pretty balanced diets Dbm Ab A D Ab Baker Town without its bread was revolution without riots Dbm Ab A D Ab Flora closed her shop down, but she knew it was too late Dbm Ab A Ab Dbm B Gb And soon enough the population of the town was overweight Dbm B Gb Overweight Dbm B Gb Ab A Ab Overwei-hey-yay-e-ight A Ab Bread! BREAD! Interlude: Dbm Ab A D Ab Dbm Ab A B Db Gbm Db Gbm Db And so, the very next day Flora went back to her mill Gbm Db Gbm B And opened up her bread shop Db Gbm Db Gbm Db But it seemed, to Flora's dismay that no one wanted her bread Gbm Db Gbm B And she was left alone up on the hilltop Gb A B Victoria Sponge kept on baking Gb A Ab G With recipes she stole from Flora's notes Gb A B And Flora's heart kept breaking Gb A Ab G Gb As the cakes continued rising, and the bread became toast...
