I have many rolls
But not a single bread one
I'm trying to reach my goals
Of having the world's biggest bum
When I sit down
I have spare tractor tyres
My parents frown
But rolls can smother fires
Rolls are beautiful
Rolls are good
I want more rolls
I wish I could
People call me the walking bakery
They want a piece of my rolls and me
But the rolls are all mine
To take any would be a crime
Rolls are beautiful
Rolls are good
I want more rolls
I wish I could
