I Want a Pancake-Al Simmons

歌手 : Al Simmons

专辑 : Something’s Fishy at Camp Wiganishie

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:03

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TXT I Want a Pancake-Al Simmons 文本歌词

I Want a Pancake - Al Simmons

The little bird that woke me up

This morning had this to say

"I always like a hot breakfast to start off my day"

There's something in what he says

And Mother agrees

When she calls "Come and get it"

We know she means to please

She's in the kitchen mixing batter

Using both hands

It starts to pop and splatter

When it gets in the pan

We duck into the breakfast nook

And now we can't wait

For something round and flat

That we can stack on a plate

We're all in our places

(we've got the syrup ready)

With grins on our faces

(she's making way too many)

Let me loosen my braces

(we won't leave any)

We got so hungry that we can't stand steady

Man I could eat (look at her flip those things)

Save her a seat (she's wearing Father's ring)

Just about then (right at the table)

Mama oh I want a pancake

(Mama oh I want a pancake)

Now we'd have pancakes every day

If we were allowed

We ask for wheat-cakes Monday

Mother says stick around

On Tuesday we say hot-cakes

Again it's no soap

And no buckwheats on Wednesday

Why we nearly lose hope

When Thursday brings no battercakes

We're out of our minds

And Friday without flannel cakes

Flannel cakes

I had a dream last night that I as eating flannel cakes

And when I woke up half my blanket was gone

By Saturday fl-fl-flapjacks is all we can say

And we would all be goners if it weren't for Sunday

Man it was tough (how many days it's been)

Ain't we suffered enough (we're getting way too thin)

We huffed and we puffed (a lot of good that did)

But now we're gonna stuff

And stuff those griddlecakes in

Man it was bleak (around the breakfast table)

All of this week (we had hay from the stable)

But blessed are the meek (but Father hollers)

Mama oh I want a pancake

(Mama oh I want a pancake)

You know if I were pushing pancakes

Here's a trick I would try

I'd rig my big bicycle with a griddle to fry

And I'd be flipping flapjacks to beat the band

While holding on the handlebars with only one hand

Passers-by would page me as I pedaled past

I'd stop in time because I couldn't ride very fast

They'd line up on the sidewalk like ships at a dock

And I would heat their pancakes

While I rode round the block

Well everyone how do you like the service

(Son-of-a-gun the way you serve us makes us nervous)

What What do you mean (you're so unsteady)

If you should fall you'd likely spill the butter in the gutter

Well those are the risks (and life is full of them)

But business is brisk Who's next

(who's next who's next)

Just about then (everyone hollers)

Mama oh I want a pancake

(Mama oh I want a pancake)

Flour salt sugar double-acting baking powder

I'm sifting all day (in Sunday spiffies)

Sour milk butter and one or two eggs

I'm mixing batter all day (it's my own recipe)

Now pour 'em and fry 'em and stack 'em on a platter

Mama oh I want a pancake

(Mama oh I want a pancake)

Mama I want I want a

Mama oh I want I want a

Mama oh I want I want a pancake please