Workin' hard in the springtime
It was time for a break
I took a seat in the food court
That was my first mistake
A middle aged man turned around to look at me
Without a second thought, he went and took the nearest seat
And said "Sorry, you looked a little like a friend"

I awkwardly chuckled and started to eat
But he insisted on absorbing my time
He asked me some questions, not very discreet
And then I looked in his eyes as they began to shine

He said
You should be a baker
You should quit your job and learn to bake
Think of all the pastries you can make
When you're thirty-five
You should be a baker
Or work in the deli industry
Forget about the life you wanna lead
And take a page outta mine

I was no longer out in the sun
But I was covered in sweat
That awkward feeling deep inside me
Is something I won't forget
He told me "Working retail's a dead end job"
Which I was well aware, but dude, I ain't no slob
I got projects and goals I'm working hard to achieve

I couldn't keep contact with one single eye
While the other listed off to the side
I'm counting the seconds as they're ticking by
I wish I picked a better place to hide

He said, again
You should be a baker
You should quit your job and learn to bake
Think of all the pastries you can make
When you're forty-five
You-hoo-hoo should be a baker
(You should be a baker man)
Or work in the deli industry
Forget about the life you wanna lead
And take a page outta mine

This conversation's been just fine
Do you wanna hang out sometime?
Croquembouche solo!

You should be a baker
You should quit your job and learn to bake
Think of all the pastries you can make
While you're still alive
You-hoo-hoo should be a baker
(You should be a baker man)
Or work in the deli industry
Forget about the life you wanna lead
And take a page outta mine