What’s the money? What’s all the napkins for?
Didn’t you expect it when you opened your door
To the man with the hot bag and the big stack of pizzas?
Everybody eatin’ knows he’s the one keepin’ the score.

From where she sits, everyone stuffs their faces,
People eating as their stomachs fill up,
See the pies in the cavalcade.

The dough goes on, and the mozzarella goes walkin’ on,
Everyone eatin’ all along.
The dough goes on when the pepperoni on the pizza’s all gone.
Still, without it, the dough goes on.

Some say they’ve reformed, some say they’re still corrupt,
Some taking their bribes, they don’t want to disrupt.
I’ve been here all along fighting the status quo,
But they never notice, won’t let the folks interrupt.

From where she sits, everyone lines their pockets,
Everybody watching as their net worth builds up,
None of it goes to Medicaid.

The dough goes on, and the politicians go walkin’ on,
Everyone buys off all along.
The dough goes on with elections coming and the ballots are drawn.
Still, without votes, the dough goes on.

Thyme is passing, slowly passing you by.
You better try, try to buy some before it passes you by.
As I watch you adding yet another pecan,
And you keep on makin’,
And you keep on bakin’,
Bakin’ all along.

[piano solo]

From where she sits, everyone stuffs their faces,
Everybody eating as their stomachs fill up,
Whoa, see the pies in the cavalcade.

The dough goes on, and vanilla extract goes walkin’ on,
Everyone baking all along.
The dough goes on, and some people pair it with a glass of Bourgogne.
Still, without it, the dough goes on.

And the treats do no wrong.
Still, without them, the dough goes on.

And the cookies are gone.
Still, without it, the dough goes on.