(Intro)
Doughboy...Doughboy...

1. Well I'm snackin up my game and I'm a making a boast./
That I come equipped to make you the very best toast./
Find a crust in the fridge; make a nice biscuit./
Buy a little can; it's way better than the Bisquick./

And I'm, Poppin' Fresh, up and down your block./
With a thermometer, you just know that I rock.../

Make baklava with toothpicks; 'cause your eating the most./
While you poke my little belly; I'm as white as a ghost./

Have a taste just for fun, gobble the carbs./
Get to makin' a mix, much on M&M bars./

You know you wanna...when you're out on the roam./
I'm the best toaster pastry in your whole dang home./

Start a bakery service, for all the right reasons./
Keep you plumped on me, for all the year's four seasons./

Pop-Fresh and I'm the flour guy!/
And your weddin' cake is me, sucker... because you guessed it, I'm the/

(Chorus)
Doughboy...baby!/
Makin' biscuits till the sun stops shining.../
Doughboy...baby!/
Better tastin'; and you know that's fine./
I gonna be the Doughboy...baby!/
Makin' better food for the night or day./
Doughboy...baby!/
I can bake a cake and ship it miles away!/

[smoke detector goes off]

2. I bet you'll hear my cookies growin' when the tray goes in.../
It goes (sizzle) and you know my taste wins!/

Overbaked? Don't freak! You're not yet in a grind!/
It still tastes better, hope that eases your mind!/

Palm trees, deep freeze, everywhere I taste nice!/
So just gobble on my munchies, I'm your gluttony vice./

And if you slice it right; I'm gonna bake my best boy./
And let Oregan-aye folks know why they still call me.../

(Repeat Chorus)

[smoke detector goes off]

3. Yeah!!!... Pop-Fresh...you can shout who-hoo!!!!!!/
Rollin' lotsa suzette with lots of joy inside you!/
Seen a Pop Tart in the pantry, that makes me wanna faint!/
Are you crazy dude? You're better off drinkin' paint!/

Need a tasty little way to absorb life's remorse?/
I feel good in the throat, when you're voice is all hoarse.../

Choose me over Kellog's, cause that's only just right./
Any other in you, is a digestion blight./

You'll like my taste, yes you'll love it a bunch;/
Guess what, have you heard? I'm bigger than Cap'n Crunch!/

Sack of flour, gone in one hour;/
Along with the water; and a ton of baking powder.../

Why they wanna pick on me?/
Cause I just taste better, don't you see?/

I ain't no half-bake but a geniune treasure/
And they envy me boys, cause I am the new measure./

I am pure pleasure... that's why I make them sick/
And their chances to compete with me are UP A CRICK!!!/

I'm waving my hat up and down that coast and/
Keep on wa-hooin' while you're oven's roastin'/

(Final Chorus)
Doughboy.../
Makin' biscuits till the sun stops shining.../
Doughboy.../
Better tastin'; and you know that's fine./
Doughboy.../
Makin' better food for the night or day./
Doughboy.../
I can bake a cake and ship it miles away.../
Doughboy.../
Makin' biscuits till the sun stops shining.../
Doughboy.../
Makin' biscuits till the sun stops shining.../
Doughboy.../

(Wa-hoooo!!!!!!!!)