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  • Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique ::
    "Gold" by Spandau Ballet


    Lyrics ::

    One bacon maple bar
    One banana Cronut to go
    Two cream puffs with custard and jam
    This is my lunch hour
    Why not try fried sugar and dough
    Rather have a sweet than sour

    Oh, but I want them fresh and I want them warm
    Nothing left over from last week
    Not one you marked as antique
    Cold... Your doughs, sir, are cold
    Your doughnuts are petrified
    Fossilized fritters like rocks
    All indestructable
    I put one down my pants, and it's cold
    Ancient artifacts, not dessert

    Always believe in
    Doughnuts indestructable

    Your doughnuts are cold as ice

    Now I am tasting one
    I am stunned by the lack of flavor
    Someone used Superglue for icing
    My face is stuck to glass
    You glued my lips to the donut counter
    I need them hot, I need them fresh

    How can you fail with so much hot burning oil

    I should throw it all in your face

    But, I am too busy playing bass
    Oh, Christ, these damn doughnuts are cold
    Your crumb doughnuts are much too mild
    They were baked and stockpiled
    When Cher was still a child
    I want them fresh, I want them not cold

    If your doughnuts can't be warm
    Order online or walk right up to the stand
    No one cares what you do

    How 'bout if I kick your fucking ass?
    How 'bout I beat you with a rake?
    Oh, Christ, these doughs are cold
    These doughnuts remind me of death

    Relics of Wartime, all indestructable
    I want them fresh, I want them not cold
    These doughs were cooked on Titanic
    Long before the panic

    These doughs are cold as ice
    I'm gonna kick your ass
    These doughs are cold
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Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique ::
"Gold" by Spandau Ballet


Lyrics ::

One bacon maple bar
One banana Cronut to go
Two cream puffs with custard and jam
This is my lunch hour
Why not try fried sugar and dough
Rather have a sweet than sour

Oh, but I want them fresh and I want them warm
Nothing left over from last week
Not one you marked as antique
Cold... Your doughs, sir, are cold
Your doughnuts are petrified
Fossilized fritters like rocks
All indestructable
I put one down my pants, and it's cold
Ancient artifacts, not dessert

Always believe in
Doughnuts indestructable

Your doughnuts are cold as ice

Now I am tasting one
I am stunned by the lack of flavor
Someone used Superglue for icing
My face is stuck to glass
You glued my lips to the donut counter
I need them hot, I need them fresh

How can you fail with so much hot burning oil

I should throw it all in your face

But, I am too busy playing bass
Oh, Christ, these damn doughnuts are cold
Your crumb doughnuts are much too mild
They were baked and stockpiled
When Cher was still a child
I want them fresh, I want them not cold

If your doughnuts can't be warm
Order online or walk right up to the stand
No one cares what you do

How 'bout if I kick your fucking ass?
How 'bout I beat you with a rake?
Oh, Christ, these doughs are cold
These doughnuts remind me of death

Relics of Wartime, all indestructable
I want them fresh, I want them not cold
These doughs were cooked on Titanic
Long before the panic

These doughs are cold as ice
I'm gonna kick your ass
These doughs are cold
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