And we'll fry it in oil (oil)

I've never seen a Twinkie in the flesh

I rotted my teeth on swiss rolls in the movies

And I know the bakery's address

In the new part of town,

And every day it's like beaten eggs, mix in flour, chop up the apples

Salt pinch, cinnamon, give the dough a small pull

We don't care, were eating fritters in our dreams

But every bakery's like cruellers, jelly roll, chocolate frosting on your plain Jane

Bavarian cream and something with out a name

We don't care.fritters are our love affair.

And we'll fry them in oil (oil)

It thickens up pur blood

This is the only lux for us

We need that sugary apple buzz

You can eat your crueller (crueller) and you can call me king frites

And baby I'll roll, I'll roll,I'll roll.

Let me eat that fried dough