It was baked, long ago
It has been frosted, it is done
I have placed it on a plate
And I won’t leave ’til it’s a crumb

So that’s why you’re passing by
You make me seethe, you are no fun
Though I’m not great, please eat my cake
My baker’s shame must be undone

So what I really want to know is

Are you gonna eat my cake?
And I’m feeling, feeling low

[More guitar riffs]

I don’t know why it came out dry
Hey, please don’t leave before you’re done
I used good eggs and mayonnaise
I set the mixer speed to stun

So tell me why you prefer pie
And kill each slice until you’re done
You’ve got no love or oven glove
It’s apple pie you’re dreaming of

But what I really want to know is

Are you gonna eat my cake?
And I’m feeling, feeling low

[Interlude/guitar solo/guitar riffs]

Are you gonna eat my cake?
So maybe I’ll just go home
Yeah

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Original author: Mark Starlin