Picnics are swell…get my gut al aquiver,
with tangerines, sweets, well-marbled beef, fries.
Sumptuous volumes…we won’t gnash it slowly.
A girl arrives with what we prize.

It’s made with flour and made sugar-sweet,
but it tastes nothing like bread.
Look! There’s the girl who can please all the guys
with oven.

Lucy baked some pies; I’ll try one. [3X]
Yeah!

Swallow it down with a drink from a fountain.
I’d nosh some more sweetness. Eat marshmallow? Why?!
I’d like a slice in these al fresco bowers,
and then at least one I will buy.

Chew faster that treat, and then ask for more;
baking is making my day.
I’ll sneak out back, get away from the crowds
and chow down.

Lucy baked some pies; I’ll buy one. [3X]
Yeah!

Pick up my wealth that is baked; I’ve been waitin’.
I’ll transform to porker with cooking-class prize.
Sumptuous non-Bundt this fare that makes me smile.
That girl’s the apple of my eyes.

Lucy baked some pies; I’ll buy one.
[repeat till a whole pie is finished]