In Two-0-Thirteen, I took a little trip
Along with Tommy Turtle for a breakfast donut flip
He wore a purple sweater and a little pair a' jeans
And we jogged down to a coffee shop and ordered Krispy Kremes

We started with four, but the hungries kept a' comin'
We didn't spend a penny - was Appreciation Day
We belched once more, our tummies were a numbin'
My hands and Tommy's flippers put those Krispy Kremes away

(Hup two, three, four) (Hup, two, three, four)

We tipped every waitress, 'specially big tittish ones
Naughty Tommy did some flipper gropin' - pinchin' on their buns
Tight skirts worn high really made our bugles ring
Each gave a little giggle, blew a sexy kissy fling

They fired up tons, lovely givers kept a' comin'
One customer named Benny - passed out, bloated on the floor
They're bringin' us loads, our table's filled with crumbin'
Our waistbands are expandin', Tommy gulps and asks for more

(Hup, two, three, four) (Hup, two, three, four)

Young punk, next table, was smirkin', crackin' wise
Tommy flipped a lemon bismark - hit him right between the eyes
Began a battle - others hurled their Kremes, as well
Made a fort out of our table top - and flipped and flung like hell

We fired our buns, pastry bullets kept a' comin'
A cream puff hit a waitress - puffed her cleavage, doncha' know
Splatted her thigh with a big strawberry fling
Then me and Tommy watched a while -, didn't throw a thing

(Hup, two, three, four) (Hup, two, three, four)

Oh, the chefs from the kitchen, would all join in the scrambles
People fell on their tushes from the fruit and donut flow
Screams, yells, came fast - and no sounds could a' matched 'em
The place was messy, drippy - like a dumpster doncha' know

Our Kremes were cannons, till the action settled down
The cops were there as patrons - didn't have to come from town
They said, "We won't take you in - you've amnesty, we're kind,
Call it "Appreciation Day - but out, get your behind!"

Fired no more buns, flyin' pastry stopped a' comin'
We walked out, me and Tommy, - glad the cops had let us go
Told folks out front - don't eat there, get to runnin'
The place is drippy, messy - like a pig pen, doncha' know..

(Hup, two, three, four) (Hup, two, three, four)

Hup...