(Hey, dough it now)
(Yeah, hey)

Hey once I was a pizza slinger
Workin' in a pizza pie dive
I never really minded, no
Dealin' with restaurant jive
But slingin' dough for money, yeah
Soon it came to feel like a chore
And I decided honey (yes I did)
To pop down to the Pillsbury store

Yeah, there were crescents and muffins bein' shoved into the oven
And as the smell hit me the baker turned around and shouted

Make some flaky biscuits, doughboy
Make some tasty cakes, don't stop
Make some flaky biscuits, doughboy
Lay down some cookies and make those flaky biscuits till they pop
Till they pop
Oh ya, ya

I thought I just don't knead this
That sucka must be out of his mind
I never could concede this (how could I)
I wasn't quite the Poppin' Fresh kind
So I went back to pizza
But couldn't keep my mind on the pie
I said, I must go back there (I got to go back)
See what's up with that Pillsbury guy

Yeah, there were pie crusts and breadsticks and oodles of sweet strudels
And as things got sticky, that guy popped out again and shouted

Make some flaky biscuits, doughboy
Make some tasty cakes, don't stop
Make some flaky biscuits, doughboy
Lay down some cookies and make those flaky biscuits till they pop
Till they pop, ya
Till they pop

(Gonna make super-simplified flaky biscuits, yeah)

(Hey, wait a minute)

Now first I was embarrassed
Wearin' my new scarf and toque
And sometimes I felt harassed
Each time they gave my belly a poke
But now they call me P-Fresh (yes they do)
I'm Poppin' Fresh in every way
Now I let them poke my belly (yes I do)
I giggle and they give me mo-nay

And now I'm happy and wealthy and chillin' like a villain
And now there's a new kid and I'm the one who tells his punk ass

Make them freakin' biscuits, new boy
Make them freakin' biscuits right
Make them freakin' biscuits, new boy
If I ain't happy, I'll have you makin’ biscuits till you die
Till you die
Oh till you die