Cake Walk

"What, back so soon?"
Said the chairman of the board
The simple life not suit?
Prodigal son misses the perks?
Come then, let's tour the works
I always enjoy a nice tour of the works
In the course of which I'm sure we'll come across a knitch
That you'll find fits you neatly
Above us, the pink fluorescent ceiling purred
And heavy jungle leaves stirred in the ducted breeze
"I'll show you first" he said, "The factory floor"

Then we went to see the cake factory
Wе watched all the men, еach one of them
Do his little bit on the assembly
First, select a card with the recipe
Drop it in the slot marked "Custard tart"

Ready for the next man, this one
He jerks a lever he has by his knee
It'll then discharge a pasty turd
Ready for the next man, this one
He sliced right through the top of the grey pastry
With a single chop, it lies inert
Ready for the next man, this one
He squirts a lump of lard in the cavity
The crust inverts as it departs

Ready for the next man, this one
He drops it on the floor accidentally
He tries to pick it up and get it back on the bench
Before the next one arrives
But it rolls under the machinery
So he grabs a nearby floor mop to rake it out
Dusts it down on his pants, runs up the line
To get it back on the track just in time

Ready for the next man, this one
He spurts from a plastic jar all the flavour
He fills up half with avocado
Ready for the next man, this one
He works in a custard bath, a big squeegee
He churns the curds, drops out a part
Ready for the next man, this one
He slurps it in the tart with a pink cherry
He hides the dirt with powdered chalk
Ready for the next man, this one
He's cursed with bad catarrh and a wet hankie
Coughs and wipes it off
Ready for the next man, this one
He jerks a bell and they all break for tea